The same sky

If I mark Spurious' 1000th phenomenal post, it will be only to regret the form the marking takes: this facile resort to critical comment.

I thought about it on Saturday afternoon as I looked out at the rain through the conservatory windows. A puddle forming on the slatted patio table reflected camellia flowers blooming above it - and the sky above them. Deadheads were rotting on the paving stones below. In those moments, I knew it had to end.