MOMENTS

During the night it rained. I listened to the wind stirring the trees whilst the rain whispered on the roof. The sounds and the damp earthy smell wafting through the open window.

Now, the promise of the golden day at dawn, the grass webbed with dew invades my eyes and the air smells fresh of rainlocked earth. A mist was beginning to lift.

I am bouyed by my own thoughts which on reflection only seek to hold me back. The contrast is with the crystal-like air which is exhilerating and seems to endow a special vividness over all. How green. How many greens. And the special smell of a combination of grass, spent leaves, shrubs and plants and damp fertile earth plunder my nostrils. A smell associated with forests at the start of winter.

Ann Phillips