returnings

and departings...

odd days here in the northcountry, blips collecting on cards and a weekly choice in a rushed hour...the deception of an easy routine which has become over the months an alien concept of rigidity amidst the inflexible and so with a topping of insomnia the last fortnight has passed in shadowed blur and misplaced hours...the cold wind of midsummer, the colder seas, the moon's phases behind clouds offering racing glimpses of the orb whilst the calendar offers scant solace other than a future of possibilities...and new horizons which shimmer upon the returning periphery...