Winter on the Horizon

stories & rapture & longing

Yesterday, as the afternoon became evening , I stood outside with my son, in the muck in the laneway, for the first time in six weeks.

My first time bearing weight on my ankle since breaking it, on the eve of the autumn equinox, on a cliff, as the sun began to set.

It’s been a wild few weeks. The break was only one of a number of big things that happened in my own life personally over this time period and as for the ongoing happenings in the world as a whole: it is almost unreal what these weeks have held.

One of the things that might seem small bit for me is actually very important in myriad ways is that