Sun 1st Nov 2009


Well what an entrance November made today with a prelude of rain that rose to a torrent driven by the anger of the western wind. I can hear the elements storming against the windows as I sit and write and how I wish for summer. House seems quiet, so it’s sci-fi time.

So if tonight the world slows and stops

And I never see the light of a new dawn

I would leave and be content if I knew

I had never, ever hurt you more than...

You had the capacity to understand

And the strength of spirit to forgive

For if I remember anything it will be...

Your grace, hope and always your love