Taking refuge

I took refuge in the hospital chapel for five minutes and watched this little ash doing the same in the paving cracks amidst the raging wind and rain.
A persistent low grade headache all week compounded by head mashing systems. I don’t particularly think we are evolving and have a suspicion what I do is entirely futile. I had the theme of Koyaanisqatsi running through my head and I suspected that I’d end up on the Douglas Adams spaceship with the telephone sanitisers and advertising executives.