I have acquired something precious. something that marks a moment in time. Actually, it marks several moments in time....let me explain.

bees will stumble drunkenly against me as they attempt lift-off, hindlegs heavy with pollen and hoverflies investigate me,

now that the forest branches are bare of leaves they have revealed blooms of lichen and moss clinging on persistently

A blast of earthy undertone from the forest floor mixed with hint of pine and top notes of wild blackberries mixed with the citrusy fresh sm

Walking is my salvation. Even on the coldest, wettest days I’m out there. Its rhythmic motion is totally levelling. Undoubtedly it has...