Restored soul?
A view and a moment alone. A souls-ease DIY opportunity.
My study faces out over fields, sea and onwards to Edinburgh. Moment by moment the sea shimmers and fades once more: slate grey.
The sky hurtles by in the turbulent grasp of a blustery wind as sun, clouds and rain create the light show.
I sit entranced, internal pause button on.
Restored Soul?
At this point, I suppose, you might expect a lurch into a philosophical exposition wild skies, squally showers and their metaphoric impact on life.
But there’s nothing today. Just peace, acceptance and calm. I watch, insulated from the wild outside. And peace is mine to enjoy.
Safe in my writing cocoon, I’m comfortable and easy in my skin. Moments like these should touch us all.
© Mac Logan