... To the tiniest piece of ...

.. life back in a home ...

A Friday eve of a bank holiday weekend 

I enjoyed an evening walk on the 1812 overture night fireworks, in this town.

I did not go this year ... preferring a stroll, a shop and a sit. 

I heard the bangs and whistles, whilst out and about. 

The balmy summer days end in enjoyment elsewhere ... in thoughts of life change ...

The reluctance do schedules

.... The structure disintegration. It still takes some getting used to this. I am out of tangent. I am out of alignment to the rest of everybody.

I hope to be left in peace to finally get to look at those areas. The areas I do not talk about. It will propel me back in time before.  

Curiously in the

cure ... the recesses of past life on the back burner for a long BH weekend. On Tuesday I may extend to get to the country. I was too rail lag to go these days past. The alignment back in the black grey thick fog of a hole.  The other recovery trips forthcoming

to stop me holing up in a world away. Where I rather much be.

Is it ,,,?

or Has it? The way I wake up to a crowded time, the impact on creativity until I turned the tide in making use or fun of it ... 

The cross in chuckles. The cram of much in catch up too. The swift hurl unfurls where I would rather be. The face off of the tatters in remnants. At least the plans to live in come,  will I hope keep me focused ... and not too lost ... 

Words may escape

A showery summer visit to a coffee shop with an old bag 

... photos speak in many ways ... 

The original before adding  atmosphere with filters and frames

One photo ... Many ways to interpret  

The cheat in tech of instant these days 

A lot frown on ... for me who needs to be swift in catch up ... brill !!!