Sometimes...

Sometimes when I’m driving something will catch my eye and I have to stop the car and take it in for a while. Sometimes I snatch a picture, sometimes I don’t, sometimes I just sit in the car and stare letting my mind wander out and over to whatever has my attention, sometimes I get out of the car and stumble over to touch. Sometimes I come away knowing that I’ve been changed through the experience, sometimes I come away knowing that nothing has changed. Sometimes I come away calmed, lifted – sometimes I come away deeper down than ever I was before.

Four small trees, growing on a wall, in a field, close to the sea. I can smell salt, feel rain in the wind, hear waves fall in the distance. Sheep graze, sheltering from the wind beside the wall. Such small trees. Not a hedge, no not a hedge - four small trees shaped by wind and incident waiting in this field for me to come and stare and maybe bring some change.

Sometimes, this time I caught it up in pictures. Sometimes, this time I let my mind wander out and over, threading through the twisted branches, feeling the softness of the wool caught on sharpening thorns. Sometimes, this time I come away changed, calmer, melancholy but happier.

Four small trees waiting in a field for me - it might have been anything. I wonder what it'll be next time?

Sometimes I wonder what this all means.