My next post is yet to happen....
With the odd bird, scooting clouds and the moon, I have the town to myself. I walk past the large houses at our end of the street. They have stood here for two, three hundred years and their occupants
Imagine a vast fire raging across the hills above your house, flames consume tall tress, smoke obscures the high ridges you’ve admired for decades, the expansive view, the fresh air, they are memories