Dimensions

Dark. Today is one of those days where daylight never really happens. There is no life-affirming, vitamin E-stimulating, freckle-conjuring sun. Nothing. Just a lid on a grey world. Cheers. Like we need a helping hand being depressed at this time of year. I stumble around wasteground, that slightly spooky feeling of not knowing where I am, whether I will get out of here. Is this a dream? 

Later there is some brief blue above. And around and above are waxwings: they are here this year. We are blessed with their presence. Not that people notice. I stick my camera treetop-wards and someone toots their horn at me. I should edit that to say 'white van', I guess. Fits the narrative. I'm grown up: I don't raise my finger in return. They don't see, who cares? They should, everyone should. I don't like people sometimes. I don't like myself sometimes. But let's not get down. I'll just smile. I am with the birds. I am happy and privileged to walk in a different dimension.