collapsing gently through the years

This morning was bright but I missed it as I was still feeling poorly and was a bit slow getting going.

I went for a drive but it was too cold to do much walking, the way I'm feeling anyway.

I found this old thing on the way down towards Cunnamore. The title is a line from a poem written for me by an old friend when we first met more than thirty years ago. I wish I could remember more of it, or find it, but I cant..

The rain came on soon after this and now a storm is raging again, it sounds even wilder than before.