day – Helen Glynn Jones

Saturday Reflections

I’ve written before about how I live close to a stretch of the Grand Union Canal, and how I often walk to work along the canal path (a rather splendid way to start the day, if I’m honest). The walk takes me past modern developments and old lock cottages, passing by an ancient pub andContinue reading “Saturday Reflections”

Sunset

I’m sitting here writing, every so often stopping to watch the glowing red/gold/purple sky. It’s my favourite time of day. There is a calmness, a warmth, a drawing in that happens in the transition from day to night, as though the rhythms of the world are slowing, taking me with them. There are fears, sometimes,Continue reading “Sunset”