Dusk
Apart from walking the dogs in the middle of the day ,I’ve slept the whole Sunday. I woke at 5.30 with Dorothy gazing at me like a worried Buster Keaton, had a shower , got dressed and took the dogs out again, this time with Albert in tow I leave the cottage for work around 6.30. It’s silent at our part of the village. I presume Mandy & Sailor John are busy with family and trendy Carol remains a bit poorly. Their houses are dark and quiet. Only mine shines a light. We walk down the lane and I look at the sky It’s a Gone With The Wind red and looks magnificent . It’s at these times solitude turns into loneliness but fleetingly so. The time when you want to say to another human “ Look at that marvellous sky “ So Instead I photograph it And send it to you my friends here And from now on, no one will sneak in a comment of how indulgently depressed I am being, or now inappropriate it is to feel a feeling and share it . I...