I’m sitting here, listening to the flow of the river in my head……. And watching the fluttering of the bamboo leaves in my imagination and that’s centring me, if you know what I mean.
In reality, the first heavy rains of autumn are beating a steady, if erratic beat on the roof windows, out in the darkness of night and it feels like those days spent in a tent when I was a child……. Sort of cozy.
…..like this picture, in fact. Kind of cozy.