On the solemn road of refresh and reform, nothing normal, all exceptional. Faithfully reviewing the ladder of reformation to arrive at this position. What shall be said? Something merciful, kind and edifying or the biting tones of winter wind? Children withdraw in shock at the pace and mirror of her outrage. Water’s calm, fields bright green, lanes leading to righteous regard. Forgive us please for remembering a bit too late for encouragement.

Where is freedom tested but, in those moments, when we try something unfamiliar and seemingly invent the courage to go forward. Holding our breath we check the oven, slowly retreating from the simmering heat hopeful that all is as it should be. Patronage and porridge, large honeyed dobs and spoonsful of creamy goodness. We never expected to be living so cavalier, pretending that nothing was beyond achievement. What has come over us?

Infrequent in my doubting and faithful in my footfalls, I stand at water’s edge mimicking the slow dancing ebbs of fish hiding from surface hungers. What should be revealed but the weakest points in thinking and the need for some improvement. Yet we cringe at self-evaluation, believing somehow that we should miss reflection. What then is the purpose of this short living? There are always packages to be delivered and the good word in short notes of loving kindness. What then delays our making its acquaintance.

To winds I surrender, blown to the edge of the sea, mud daubers and sand pipers tasting the salty spray looking for tomorrow as it steals time from today. Hidden bottles and baskets of wisdom float by on the waves as no one wondered. Policing ourselves we found timidity and shame. Over and again the breeze refreshed its pester, blowing baubles and hair into our mouths and eyes. As winter’s old man had finally given up the ghost with spring approaching. The sleepy rockstars of dawn and dream stole the show from midnight.