set a twisted thing straight

To walk along a shoreline path as the sun sets behind the Argyll hills and turns the Clyde to liquid silver. Sandpipers and oystercatchers, curlews punctuating the solar magic in the air. A glowing halo tingeing everything. This gloaming, this feeling in the evening light that my leg, my life might just be unbreaking.
A heron silhouetted on the shoreline takes wing.