Things are looking up again
For the last two or three weeks I've been walking to The Club as if with a heavy load on my shoulders. I could be seen walking briskly, head down, concentrating deeply - seemingly - on the troubles of the world.
(I was troubled? No. I was practising lines for a play. Deeply. A Hollywood contract was on the line).
["A Marsh Wren? He was beside the Thames near Carfrae St."]
Well, the play is over, and while walking to The Club yesterday morning I could hear birds singing again. Fantastic.
Link to Morning Walk