Sky

[squirmelia]

Don't walk towards the sun.

If The Diary of Unexpected Skies had been found, I would have written about the sky in there, but perhaps the sky had become too ordinary sometime in the past and I had discarded the notion of such a book.

I was somewhere near Sway when it happened. Mesmerised by the clouds moving faster than I had ever seen before, I felt giddy and rubbed my eyes. They looked almost magnetised and swirling, swarming towards one particular point, as if a vortex had appeared in the sky.

That day, I also went to Bats Bush; saw spiders hanging from the roots of fallen trees; traipsed past fly agaric; stood still as a red admiral butterfly circled me; decided to always cross bridges; photographed the reflections of trees in a river; searched for my own reflection in a puddle; and on my return to Southampton, the sun began to set and the sky became pink, blue and purple.

Comments

Re: You reminded me of this

[idiotson.livejournal.com]

Swamp Cabbage.
I need Swamp Cabbage.
Jamie Oliver got his marketing so wrong.
Kids would love Swamp Cabbage.
Got to better than Cottage Pie.
Although I seem to remember there was stuff much worse than that.
Like Spam Fritters.
Just SO wrong.

Re: You reminded me of this

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

Swamp cabbage sounds good! I think I remember eating spam fritters at school and strangely quite liking them. Wonder if there are vegetarian equivalents. Hmm. I suppose I've eaten vegetarian schnitzel, which is vaguely close.