Hoy

A walk up to the Bring; a route seldom taken.  A point from which Creel HQ can be seen, across the Flow.  A pair of ravens, a persistent wren, the most optimistic skylark on the globe.  A curtain of dewy rain swept in from the nor’west.  The cliffside fulmars endured the dampness.  They’ve been buoyant on waves, seen boat-bashing waves, pliant waves, but never dreichness like this.  The sea is the colour of our daily lives; it heaves on.  Stoveside the cat purrs.