Back in the Smoke and working from home, trying to make sense of some work that has been passed on to me to correct and complete.
It is an uphill struggle. There seems no rhyme or reason to the various bundles. I am sorting and arranging, rather than editing and polishing. Sometimes I can see a thread, more often it feels like a job done badly that has been passed on.
Thank goodness then for my days on das Boot, the way the light shone through the leaves and grasses. I am calling up these moments of solace to get me through this chore.
Wordsworth put it so well in The Daffodils:
“I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought”
That staring at the beauty around is wealth. Mind you, I’d give a bit for his vacant or pensive mood right now.