The sun over the fields is like a splash of milk soaking through grey sky.
Across a large puddle a curled leaf sails blown by the wind like a toy boat.
A woman's voice behind me: "Hullo. Are you alright?" I think so. But I ask myself who is asking? I should have know. Everywhere, everyone has a mobile phone. And everyone is asking everyone else, are you alright?
1 comment:
Odd kind of greeting isn't it?
I'm sure I remember a picture of an elf sailing in such a boat...
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