It is like the weather is commiserating, sharing our collective pain. More like a reflection of our mood. The rain just won’t go away and comes in on gusts of wind. A fury really. The sea today was a mile high, making the pier look like a drowning squat. Sea horses in their droves, the new invaders like sightings of Vikings along the coast witnessed by our terrified ancestors. What to throw at us when we are low? Bad weather mostly but in a fever, the bad news stalks unmasked, the acreage of coverage, never-ending, notifications pop up, the midnight caller, a warning of the future that is no longer what it used to be.
Halloween, 31st October 2020
© Rick Frame