Apocalypse

Hugely dramatic weather today. I suddenly realised I wanted, had, to be out in it. Could not get the back door open against the gale, straight out of the west.

I do love a good storm - but in May? This felt all wrong. Branches torn off trees in full leaf, debris roaring everywhere, spume blown horizontal. I could barely keep my feet, bracing behind a small building. This taken two hours before high tide. The railway line I would have been travelling on, had someone else not had the wisdom to cancel today, runs just beneath that great plume of spray.

My reaction has been to make roasted aubergine and chickpea soup. and to wonder, as Blipage did a day or two back about global warming.

As I type, chunks of masonry are crashing off the back of the building. I feel I've been given just a tiny taste of the impact of the earth changes happening elsewhere in our world; a glimmer of empathy. For now I feel touched and a bit exultant. Clearly rapture takes many forms.