Kingfisher.

Kingfisher flew by
A brief encounter with joy
All electric blue

We walked beside the canal, slowly and with purpose. I felt attuned to the world around me, Autumn does that, doesn’t it? Pulls you in, makes you notice.

I had a bench in mind that I was aiming for, and as I turned the corner I saw that it was vacant. I sat down and the dog jumped up beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw flash of electric blue light fly past, it stuttered momentarily, hovering, before continuing on its way. It took me a moment to catch up with what I had just seen. A woman stopped to say hello to the dog, I asked if shed just seen the kingfisher fly past, she hadn’t. It had been my moment and my moment alone. And what a moment it was. I felt grateful.

I spoke this week about the lens I witness the world through. Constantly convincing myself that people hold answers, that there are definitives that evade me. That perhaps people know something that I don’t. As I type this I realise that it’s not so much that I think they know something as much as I hope they know something. And by something I mean the thing. The reason to it all, the purpose. I need to shake this notion.