Pine cones lay shut tight on the bed of soft needles that have gathered under the Scot’s Pine trees that border the rain-stained path.
A grey squirrel scutters up the trunk and leaps to an adjacent branch, where it stops in frozen motion, alert to possible threat; the branch gently swaying from the weight of landing.
A magpie’s mocking laugh trails far behind its long black tail, her wings with hints of blue and black, shine even under grey skies.
Two ponies blowing, butting and pushing against the weight of the other, exchange nips to the lips.
In the yet unleafed silver birch, the pale powder of catkins falls to the grass below while a dunnock, invisible to the passing walker, decorates the morning with song from a point above, high in the tree.
A woman pulls on her working clothes and steps into a new world with the vibrancy of a butterfly discovering flight for the first time, her wings no longer wet.
A man resumes a conversation with acquaintances of 40 years past. As a guest he has neither cooking, nor washing up to do; his job is to appreciate good food and contribute reminiscences that entertain.
The digital clock flicks to 00:00. The lamp light is switched off. The sound of slowed breath heralds sleep.
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019
Day 9 prompt is a list of things observed in the style of Sei Shonagon’s “Pillow Book”.
This is a prompt that encourages closer observation of the world that accompanies us on our journey.