The light on the river as I turn on the path towards the sun was sudden and buoyant, so unexpected, so I was really glad I brought my camera. Today, there’s an unexpected ‘tropical air’ in England – so just for a little bit, the winter has relented and the sky is bringing us visions of what has been and what can be. If winter every day was as brilliant blue as this, I couldn’t ever find myself having a moment of complaining about the winter! Actually, today is the first day I haven’t brought my coat out. On my walk yesterday, I was walking for a long time, and felt very hot – not just in the wintry way of being suffocated in layers, but actual sunlight warming my body, and I felt like a lizard on the rock of the surface of the world. I’ve missed this.
Also, there’s never a problem that a walk with a friend can’t unlock. At first I start walking, and I feel like a rusty clockwork doll, trying to remember how to function correctly. Then slowly the walk is unwinding and so too do the thoughts and feelings. A rhythm begins, and there’s where for me the song writing starts to happen, or the words flow through my mind. And with friends, it’s where everything starts to flow more freely.
I couldn’t help but find the water entrancing today; it was clear and deep, and started clear and still, so I started to take photos of the perfect alignment. Then the ducks and swans passing by would trace lazy zigzags through the river, that built and built into a crescendo until it all was alive with a smooth distortion that beats across the whole water. Imperfection is really better than perfection.