The Heath

An evening walk up to the Heath today. The sun shining as it met the horizon. Thick clouds traversing, in a caravan, above the houses. The long grass is pleasant to see, and to walk beside. The rustle of leaves on the trees at the Heath’s edge. Summer is definitely coming to a close; Autumn is coming. The air, cooler. The crows were out, looking for insects.

Not much to say right now. But writing something anyway: keeping the bar low.

I should start earlier in the evening, rather than just before bed. But then I might feel I need to say something more meaningful. Instead of practicing saying nothing at all, and not caring how I say it.