a stag bellows
across Loch Seaforth
the silence of old stones
Whatever we do, we should never think it is irrelevant; whatever we do, we should not conclude it is so important either. Between those two poles find your balance; between those two regions your talents will bloom.
~ Hafiz, January 23 in ‘A Year with Hafiz’
The waters of the loch are cold, a steely grey. Clouds drift above the water. The clouds shift in colour, the edges tinged with the first hints of sunrise, as the morning starts to break behind the hill. The moment fills with hints of goldlight, edge of sunlight, the heart is full for just one moment with nothing but the rising of the morning.
Watching through the living room window, the headlights of my neighbour’s car creep slowly down the hill.