A MAZE OF MISTY ISLANDS

When I feel a little down and out and suffer a bad air day I might do one of two things. My choice is usually attached to a fairly ruthless reflection upon my condition and the world. For example if I sense i am sick and going down with a kind of flu or cold I will take a cold water salt water swim in the sea and follow that up with a bum-burning curry. Anyway such has been my habit in the past and no bad habit either. But if the bad air day is more existential and pathetic I usually get myself back to something with the outdoor world. With this in mind I re-publish a little bit from one of my past books simply because I want to and will. Maybe you like it maybe you don't. Here goes :-

" The early morning two o'clock sky was silent. T slept and W too. K and I left. The canoes slipped silently into the sleeping waters causing small wake-up waves to ripple, which could, we imagine, cause some furry ears to twitch by the lakeside or a twist or two of owls' necks somewhere above. The silence remained and we went out to explore a maze of islands in the early morning mist.
The everyday world is brushed aside and the remaining twilight allows discovery as dark habit dissolves itself in the new defining light. "