Wednesday, 30 May 2012
This morning as I drove home from town I had the correct words all planned out in my head so why, why, when I now have the opportunity to put pen to paper (so to speak) will only mundane prosaic words flow from my mind to my hands? Ah well. Wotthehellarchiewotthehell.
Have you ever walked down a street and a person whom you are certain is a complete stranger comes towards you saying "You are GB aren't you?" or something like that. Well that happened to me in town this morning. The person - visiting from Canada - coming toward me recognised me from my and Scriptor's blogs. Yes. Really. Life can be quite surprising sometimes.
As for the other happenings this morning. Perhaps, although they were profoundly affecting, they will remain unsaid. This evening, as the sun does nothing more than dip below the horizon of this Island home of mine before it will rise again in a few hours time without darkness falling, I feel emotions that I haven't felt for many years. Moments like this make me realise what an incredibly small speck each one of us is in this universe.
It's a funny old world.
Posted by Graham Edwards at 22:35