April has just got to be my favourite month here in Englandthere is beauty everywhere you look, oh, and the colours
there's the freshest, the most delicate green of new leavesjust bursting from the buds of the willow tree by the river
and the quince, my word have you ever see the like of itit's blossom petals are a colour I've no descriptive word for.
I went for a walk at lunchtime, time to get outside for a bittime to breathe fresh air and walk thinking my thoughts
and looking, looking, there's so much to be seen by lookingand it helps when I'm trying to stay in the here and now
which besides anything else is a great way to spend a dayas spring time is when fresh starts abound all around me.
I look at colour swatches here at work as it's Friday afternoonand skiving seems the only thing to do, a way to kick back
at the new Draconian regime of buzzers and clock watchingthe colour nearest to it that I could find is called Carmine Red
so I take this colour and spread it about all over my memoryand it totally matches the beautiful flowers on the quince tree.
If I am not going to drown then I will have to learn to swimI will have to learn to keep holding myself together regardless
well regardless of anything really, for drowning is no answerand too many years have been wasted to that pursuit already
maybe if I keep acting whole it will make it happen some dayand I will look back and remember that I started in this way.
Well you never know do you I guess anything is worth a go
do you believe at all in the power of prayer, or is it chance
design, destiny, are deep truths contained in simple words
how simple is love, hope, faith ... as simple as fear, hurt, hate?
Somehow dark words resonate and that will have to change
If I have to choose one bright word, only one, it'll be HOPE.