Soft

A gentle evening walk with Meg, down Gwalia to Broadwater and a little beyond along the riverside path.  A perfect evening for it if you discount the stiff breeze and the long empty path ahead (extra pic) appealed as a metaphor for life at this time.   I feel as though I have emerged from a tunnel into the light.   Not bright, dazzling light but a soft light, with a whisper of warmth.  I don't know what the future holds, very aware that none of us can second guess it.  For now it's just good to be here.