Sitting here in my eyrie, buffeted by wind and rain as it barrels in from the sea, I imagine myself in a tiny boat, storm-tossed and battered, far out in the oceans on the other side of the world.
I am alone, but not lonely.
At nights, I lie on the deck, bathed by moonlight, washed by showers of shooting stars. I lace my fingers behind my head, feeling the varnished boards still radiating the day’s heat.
As dawn breaks, clouds scud across the face of the sun. I remember with fondness the people of my past; family, friends and strangers who I have met on my journeys. I see them, living their lives in the sky above.
12 thoughts on “Head in the Clouds – Alastair’s Photo Fiction”
Very good clever of the photo!
I meant “very clever use of the photo”.
Thank you! I just let my mind wander…
I like that. A lot. Very cool
Thank you, Alastair! Cool photo too!
Thank you, Alastair. Cool photo!
Good take on the photo!
Thank you, Lorri.
Well done Freya.Good to remember the ones who have had an impact on you.
Thank you. I think everyone we meet has an impact to an extent – the important thing for each of us is how we allow this impact to manifest in ourselves. Easy(ish) to understand, harder to put into practice! 🙂