thoughts fly free as I drive
further further
weights taking off
as the miles roll under me
the wheels turning
over over
I cross the water
the ropes that bind me
are cut free
and I return
to me
little
by
little
as
I
fly
again.
I’ve been down in the West Country again, as you might be able to tell, so I thought I’d throw together a few things that have been inspiring me on my travels.
Written in Fowey, September ’15
I went to bed at 9.30 last night, which was absolutely amazing after a few late nights (which I am not used to anymore!) and lots of driving, as well as the sea air.
