Fell moods
They tell me how to feel with sullen grey desolation, rain washed and bleak. Dappled optimism negotiating with showers. Intermittent hope. And, oh my goodness, life’s worth living in outrageous splashes of purple and orange. That light reaches out and squeezes my heart. Sense everything; this moment will not come again. Fickle rainbow is just a bit obvious, you know, a trick of refraction. The glittery pixie glow that brings the pikes nearer is a glorious deception but I rejoice anyway. Soon that heavy cloud will be back and all will be dark and dull and the colour of stone.
