Good Grief 14

Some days are just unutterably grim and even nature seems to be taking the piss (although equally, this bit of weathered vertebrae could be seen as a Munch-like scream which would be a better fit).
It was very windy today which was quite nice because in exposed spots on my walk I could lean into it and almost have a sense of being held by it. In the absence of being able to hold or be held that is as good as it gets ... which takes me back again to the very visceral nature of grief and the physicality of the pain and ache that is very hard to describe.