All the ways of the wind.

Lots and lots of brilliant blue damselflies at Lintrathen today. The wind was blowing gently and the tall grasses swayed in the warm breeze. A couple of guys out on a boat seemed to pull fish after fish out of the water. It wasn't as if they were rising to the fly for everyone though. Three other boats circled around them and caught nothing in the time we were there. Even the osprey left empty handed.

Played this on the way home.

If the wild bird could speak
She'd tell of places you had been
She's been in my dreams
And she knows all the ways of the wind

Polly, come home again
Spread your wings to the wind
I felt much of the pain
As it begins

Dreams cover much time
Still they leave blind
The will to begin
I searched for you there
And now look for you from within