Thursday, 10 January 2019
The indifference of ash keys .
Some enquiries are concern and some are pure nosiness .I know which I prefer but sometimes going over it for whatever reason really doesn't appeal .Increasingly its a case of that was then and this is now .
So I absent myself from the interest .
Hat on , collar up out along the river . Coots call and there's a floating village of seagulls at one point .
The light is beginning to fade . Just before I turn for home I look out along the far reaches of the winding river . I see where I shall walk . Further and further as the year unfurls . It is a thought I hug to myself . It gives me pleasure .
Coming back along the tow path I stop to look up at the bunches of ash keys on the bare branches . They are pleasing shapes and they are indifferent to the unobservant and the admirer alike .They don't want an update or an excuse to bang on about their own alleged ailments .
I like the indifference of ash keys .