i open my mouth

and close it again, wisely

nothing good to say

Earlier today I was standing at an event and wishing I was not.   I marvelled, as I stood staring out a window, at how much life imitates life.  There is no art - unless you count the ridiculously loud thumping of baseline and a bunch of wannabe hipsters nodding along, which I do not.  There is only life.  Me, somewhere, wishing I was not.

I went for a walk today -  soothing my soul in the woods and listening to birds and the wind through the grass.  That's one of my favourite sounds - wind blowing through the long grass.