Well, after a hectic family weekend, we head south to The Auvergne, France tomorrow. Catching the afternoon ferry to Caen. The weather looks to be an Easterly breeze so the crossing may be rough.
We shall spend a night in Ouistreham then follow our tried and trusted route home. It’s been five months, I’m expecting big things from the garden! Three weeks then a trip back here – a week – home to France again. then who knows.
Travelling, out and about. What else could we do?
Moving between places always causes a disjointed few days, as we settle from one country to the next. Moments of confusion while we re-adjust to the new space we have.
The unsettled music of a moment.
Movement in the air, in the mind.
Unwanted changes to the silence
that surrounds a thought, the missed
word, balanced in the chaotic wind.
Asymmetry of waves in the air,
the stone making and spreading ripples,
reflecting from a rock, changing
the surface. Reflections scattered,
distorted by movement.
No subtle harmony will ever lift
this symphony from the noise.