I’m writing this down so I’ll remember how quiet it was, when the maytime comes, the days are bright and LFC are once again in the final of the Champions League. And when, in the light of the same springtime, unexpectedly principled political leadership has pulled us out of the social and economic abyss David Cameron’s naive referendum had dropped us into.
All is calm.
I’m writing this down so I’ll remember how quiet it got in this deep December. The early morning roads emptying now the schools are closing and most of the students have gone home.
Except for me. I am home, perfectly at home, walking these familiar roads to my work. The reading, writing and thinking work I’ve taken on, for now. All is calm and all is quiet while I get on with it.
And I’m writing this down so I’ll remember how precious this time was. With so much to do, and still not sure I’m up to it, I am happy. So happy in this not knowing. This pushing, enquiring, this one more thought, these revelations.
Arriving now, calm in the still early morning, I sit down, arrange my work around me, and begin.
I’m writing this down so I’ll remember.
