I sit here and cannot remember if i have visited the sea shore this year,the pictures on my camera were they this last or what year.I do not like this mood,it is too easily caught,to easy to become the sheep,to bury oneself in the middle feeling the swaying mass pull, choking individual thoughts.
The gritter lorry has passed my window maybe it is simply just the cold.Maybe i should go and talk awhile to my old friend King Canute just because he cannot turn the tides foaming mirth,can mean possibly his gentle touch will turn mine away from the flock,maybe i need to dance naked in some warm sunshine in only hobnailed boots and pink laces...sigh...
