Martindale

A very still lake today. Getting chilly and I would like to say warmer in than out but I would be lying. A brisk march up Hallin afterwards helped restore circulation. found this stanza from Douglas Dunn's 'Stranger's Grief' fitted when thinking of conversations yesterday and today and seeing the first leaves on the Kemplay Roundabout poplars turning, again.

'It is like waiting, learning how to die,
Opened to sweetness, neutral as a leaf
Watching leaves falling. Notice how they lie,
How each survivor shares each stranger's grief.'