They say, “It’s always darkest before the dawn.”
But, I cannot say I’ve ever experienced a real dawn’s release – at least one that wasn’t fleeting.
The rays of relief I’ve managed to conjure have only really been cultivated by my youngest and myself.
There are two of us, now – and when I can ease off controlled regime of dictated emotionless perseverance, I feel at times our hound and feline support systems.
The sheep, the chickens and roosters, the ducks with their messy sass and quacking.
The trees of mixed types intermingled with pines. The breeze as the branches sway.
The mystery raptor that took our beloved huge rooster, and the raven that circled repeatedly over me, calling – as if it were trying to tell me something.
Candid Corvid Productions 