As the heat rises, I walk earlier and earlier in the morning. Even at six-thirty the ground feels hot and my nostrils burn slightly with the dryness of the air, laden with an overturn of straw and wheatchaff. All around colour seems bleached to a golden dryness. The critters that have passed through earlier have... Continue Reading →
Paper thin
Even though it's early morning the temperature has risen, the mulchy mud has turned to a soft powder that billows with each step. Each step, a fluffy puff of brown, making my feet blend into the ground, the dust erasing their nature as trainers. My nostrils seem to recede, attacked by the dust, pollen and... Continue Reading →