Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Monday, 18 October 2010

Wow

What a strange walk home. I'm still not entirely sure I'm awake. 
I was walking down University Gardens and just happened to look up at the tower, and it literally stopped me in my tracks.  The sky was navy blue and totally clear, and in front of that background the tower was lit from below so every angle of the filligree carving was lit up golden. Then dead in the centre above the point of the tower, the moon was almost a perfect circle. It just looked so unreal.

 Then I got to library hill and had a sudden urge to run up it. So I did. There were people around me and I didn't even care. I think I must be asleep!  At the top I stopped to catch my breath, which didn't take as long as I thought it would, and that was when I saw the fox. It can't have been more than five metres from me and it was just merrily trotting along as though us humans weren't even there. It was amazing.

 I was grinning like a loon all the way home, even when I ran again until my lungs were slightly scalded. Did you know that loon is Glaswegian for boy? I was grinning like a boy. Hmm....
xXx

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