Away yet home

Wales again tomorrow

Away from home, yet home.

A place of joy and sadness. Warm memories, gentle pleasures and quiet loss.

I will walk the rugged clifftops in the salt wind, the moody sea constant at my shoulder, Ireland an imagined shadow on the far horizon.

I will feel the cooler air on my face, see the turning of leaves, watch Autumn settle like fire in woods and valleys.

I will enjoy the sun and the rain, seasons changing in a day.

I will hear the lilt of history, change and hope in the returning language.

I will write wildly, poor connection leaving me less distracted.

I will sleep longer, the dark flowing river a silent lullaby.

I will miss you.

And all the things that are, that were, and that will never be.

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@ the author writing as Romantic Dominant/Faded Romantic

Photograph by me, taken on the coast in West Wales earlier this year.