Rumblings..

Troll like and in darkness I sat. Under the weir bridge. Amidst the detritus of canal boat frolics, Spring snow drops and the constant hum of the water nearby, I lurk, unseen.

From my dank and murky perch I watch the river, glassy one side, turbulent the other. Overhead walkers and cyclists alike rumble across the bridge, none stop to savour the scene. Today there is more colour reflected in the water than there is in the air itself. The nearby willow hangs solemnly, gently caressing the glassy water as it rushes to the weir. The water throws itself over and rumbles and crashes into white foamy chaos, babbling to itself, then laughing before it rushes off down the river. Above me more rumbles echoing the the rumbling water below.

I sit in peace and personal silence amongst all the noise...a little me time before a busy day.

Wednesday means climbing wall day...then a late night.....busy!

Have a good one folks!