And yet still ignoring the poetical advice…this morning , the radio traffic reporter said. ” while Oxfordshire is sparkling on the traffic cameras…”
And instead of stopping to really take in that view, to get out the car, feel the cold and actually look exactly at the way the sun was lighting up fog and the shadowy tree shapes looming through. Instead of that, even while noting the big x in the increasingly blue bit of sky, left from passing aeroplanes , which could have been taken as a further hint to say stop here .. I carried on.
The window tightly wound up .. The heater blowing out hot dry air. The ‘ real ‘ start of the day calling to me further down the road.
I’ve parked now ..
write up these thoughts but know that I was not able to take on the real challenge from the poem prescribed, but took the quick and mediated version of the view.
Ah well. Monday calls