A beautiful walk has been had and now back home am I, cosily ensconced in my armchair and about to get some reading time in. I really must dig in and make some progress on my current book (The classic “Count of Monte Cristo”) if I’m to finish prior to our book club meeting. I’m enjoying it but it is not exactly a small book and so even with prodigious reading sessions, feels as if I’m barely making a dent! That aside, why am I writing a few words now? I suppose simply because it is a Sunday afternoon and at times I feel a weekend day is wasted if I don’t write just a bit. I know I need to write more, I know I want to write more, but sometimes I just can’t bear to waste a lovely day. Hence today after a little Sunday nap, I chose to dash outside and go on a little walk in the brilliant January sunshine. Worth it, obviously. Partly for the people watching of course, but mostly for the breeze on my neck and the sunshine on my upturned face.

Now I’m back to the rambling. Do I have anything of substance to say? Honestly I know I want to write more creative tidbits yet life seems to take all of my best yearnings and so when I sit down to write on this laptop, only wrung out rags are left. Alas. Maybe someday I will turn the knob and step outside and find myself stepping into a new land. For now, I will content myself with the well-worn routes and sigh and sip my tea and offer gratitude to my God for all things.