It’s messy. Through a blurry haze, the camera is loving raindrops and turning them into bokeh. Very little input from the photographer on this walk except maybe clicking the shutter.
Questions are meandering in and out of the two boney hemispheres between my ears. Round and round. How many of us are craving healing? Feeling tired of responsibility? Battling the negativity of crashing economics tightening and tightening on us?
Clinging to the colours of goodness floating between strands of threaded webs. Half closed eyes squinting against the evening sun. Soft drops falling on the squished up leaves.
Just keeping going, never quite on top of things, but never completely giving up on ourselves either.