When the truth is outspoken it sometimes hurts more than knowing it already quietly for long. In my head and heart he has died long ago now but he ceased to exist today. Not worth any further tear for what has happened.
Angels sometimes go through hell in an attempt to free a demon.
The fields become purple or poppies now and seagull babies are nesting on my neighbour’s chimney. The summer months promise and surprise equally. By the sea you don’t believe in frogs, although you can discover so much in the garden of England, yet horses and a just breathtaking bus ride has its price: coming late to work cause of a tractor sneaking through the lanes is just one (we might mention the ancient steam engines or lambs on the roads as another).