Focus on the little things in front of you today.
When Anxious I go through my photos. Expect lots of repeats of pics today, it's all I got to balance the firehose.
November has tied me to an old dead tree
Get word to April to rescue me
November's cold chain made of wet-boots and rain
And shiny black ravens on chimney smoke lanes
November seems odd, you're my firing squad
November
Web working dad.
The North part of Ireland.
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Seamus Heaney