A quick trip to Wales this weekend arriving on the Friday just as the light was going. It's October and the trees are still almost completely green, covered in so many leaves this year that the branches seem to be bending under their weight. Maybe it's these last few weeks of sunshine but it seems like summer goes on and on as if standing still. Only of course it won't, a change will come soon. It always does.
In the field across the road from the cottage Saturday evening brought sunshine and a touch of mist. The grasses and rogue barley are tall. They waved in the soft breeze as the sky went from light blue to purple and for a moment I was lost in the tranquility of it all. There is no art like nature and no matter how hard I try I can never capture that experience of it in either words or pictures.
The tranquility didn't stay for long. I was in the moment and then out again thrown between what has been and what is to come. It wasn't the crows flying overhead towards the sun or the noise of the tractor in the late evening field. The sheep were quiet and standing and the cattle were softly munching away on the grass.
Everything was peace. Everything that is except me. It's that time of year. Time is moving on and I can feel a change coming. It won't be long before the grasses in the field are covered in a rime of frost, then snow, torn by the wind and battered by storm. Time is moving on a fraction of a second at a time, fraction on fraction creating eternity.
Sometimes I wish there were no time, just a moment repeated over and over again. A change is coming. I don't like change.