Elegiac

There was something elegiac in the air today, our plans to move, John's health, the angle of the sun, the shape of the wind, the turn of events inside the Labour Party.

When the sun came out after early rain the light was calm and clear, yachts skidding in the boisterous south westerly on the Strait. A few swallows battled the breeze. The summer slipping away. The trees on the woodland edge turning.

These are cosmos in the garden from seed I planted months ago finally in full bloom in the deepening shadows.