Stillness

It would have been my mums 51st birthday today, so when I arrived back in Edinburgh I went down to Mortonhall and said a wee hello. Here these words struck me, again. Sometimes they are just words, and sometimes they are so much more. It was a beautiful afternoon, the graveyard was scattered with leaves and wee branches from the storm that had just passed, the sun popped through the clouds and there was a rabbit hopping around. Calm after a storm... Happy Birthday Eileen...