All colour is drained from the world and the land is dark. We walk the bounds of the village where we live on this arm of rock that stretches out into the sea. Across the cloud filled sky the lighthouse sweeps its path of light from Strumble Head to home. Three pulses and a pause, three pulses and a pause. Strange heart-beat of light. Pixie walks too and then is lifted and held in Her hand like a hawk in the night. From the west another arm of light cuts across the sky.
If we were sailors at sea the light would warn of dangerous coasts, rocks and peril. Even here the steady rhythm gives comfort in the darkness.
Pixie walking again! Wonderful news! And you don't mention Martha and Kiffer so I'm assuming they have avoided the virus?
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Lighthouses are such wonderful things, they have an element of strangeness and melancholy as they pulse out their lonely warnings.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad Pixie is up to taking an evening constitutional again!
So glad to hear Pixie is whispering Pixie talk and doing a Pixie walk again..
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear Pixie is on the mend, still got my fingers crossed for her.
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So glad to hear that Pixie feels well enough to want to Walk again.
ReplyDeleteGood to know Pixie is pixie-ish once more and I'm sure she loves being held next to a warm heart feeling its calm beat as the reassuring eye of light seeks out danger and warns all those out there.
ReplyDeleteGet well soon Pixie, it's lovely to hear you feel a bit better. Much love and warm wishes from New Zealand.
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