Always inconstant...

By bikeyPete

Asylum...

After another morning of house related stuff, I fled to the Beauty of deserted tracks and trails of the fens.

In muddy and tranquil solitude I regained a sense of peace, a centre for me to breath again. As Robins and Finches flittered here and there, I let the world escape from my mind, in Human silence I stood alone.

A clear blue sky soon turned to cloud and the wind promised some rain that I would rather miss, so, it was back home and an afternoon relaxing...

just me and a good movie...my kind of asylum!

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