A bracing northeasterly first thing, bringing low cloud across from the other side of the hills, along with a trace of drizzle. As I came back west, the sun was beginning to come out, and faint piece of drizzle-bow was just discernible. A twocker has finished his journey at Rough Fields.
I thank you God for the wind
that blows between houses, abandoned cars,
trees, warehouses, tenements,
gritstone edges, reservoirs, playgrounds,
shopping malls, seasides…
…I thank you God for the wind.