The daily walk out, time to get away from the work laptop, the little silver box of stress.
Ended up standing at the perimeter fence of Furness Abbey, an ancient, but significant ruin. Nobody was about in the late evening sun. Aside from the birdsong it was utterly silent, the sort you only encounter in meditation in a closed room. It lay across the landscape like the blanket of first snow. Just for a moment...
Ended up standing at the perimeter fence of Furness Abbey, an ancient, but significant ruin. Nobody was about in the late evening sun. Aside from the birdsong it was utterly silent, the sort you only encounter in meditation in a closed room. It lay across the landscape like the blanket of first snow. Just for a moment...
silence
beneath an open sky
daffodil stalks