Weather Tales

A rainbow appeared yesterday as I looked out between the Cottages opposite my window.

This morning

Q's  monument is shrouded in mist

The air is saturated

Like silent hooded monks

People pass, bent

As if praying to Helios

I have work to do

Peace comes upon completion

Not contemplation

Walking boots

Warm sweater

Woolly hat

Barber jacket.

I hear:

“It'll be good once we're out

It always is”

I know.

Walk towards the castle

Collect the mail

Check the plants

Check for damp

Check electrical circuits

Set the alarm

"Come on," she says

“Don't go back -

You know it'll be good"

My walk quickens

As does my pulse

Once again I feel alive.

Mizzle wets my face

We are alone

At the gap in the stone wall

The wind tugs

I lean into it.

Sea mist paints out the horizon

Seagulls play in the up-draft

Shouting to each other.

She gazes out to sea

My eyes follow -

Everywhere's trying to be

Like everywhere else

Dancing to the rhythm of the wind.

Then I see it

My heart leaps

A splash of white

Sails billowing

Riding white horses

Towards the harbour entrance

Admiration sweeps me along

For an instant

I’m transported

The surge under my feet

Wind on my back

The comforting pressure

From the rudder.

I take a photograph

For reminiscence

Each day has its magical moment

And I have my imaginary friend

To share them with.