All about the tanglebranch of brokentwig it rushroars, raring for the smoothstone leap – the turning, tumbling stream.
Glenmacnass leaps to the valley b’low, her sights upon the Irish Sea…
To be honest… it was fine.
I saw the sunset, seeping low, beyond the estate houses.
Urban doves, flocking.
The view of rain that leaps the cloud-wisp walls ‘n wings its way unto the earth – I spread my thumb ‘n finger for to raise katsurakawa to a focal point.
Now opens up to see far dist’ horizon helmed by fire.
I should (someday) write while on that journey.