Somehow, it works. Full of jittery frustration, longing to go somewhere to get outside …
Somewhere except back to Gentry …
And yet,
It works,
Just steps onto the familiar tree lined path,
Calm descends
Lawn mowers drone and birds swoop and call,
Children, banned from the playgrounds, run and giggle in the sunshine,
While the shadows sway in the heavy breeze
Infinite joy of new discoveries in a place I’ve been so many times before
Rambling ... 