Saw & Seen

Walking the track that leads out of the village, slow, insular and happy enough. I was struck, momentarily, by the beauty of it all. The storm came and went and left us what we hadn’t seen before. The dappling sunlight, making little miracles out of beech leaves. And the greens, so many different greens. I breathed it in, until of course I didn’t, distracted by myself. But for that moment, well, I was there, I saw it all.

We end our walks by sitting on a bench at the edge of the village green, me and the dog. I’ve got it to where he’s happy up there for close to ten minutes. We watch the poplar trees, I think about where I’m at and where I’ve been.

The slightly odd neighbour left his house and threw a wave my way, I like him. I was happy we’d been seen.