Contemplating the Meaning of Life
Sometimes it's good to just sit and do nothing. Today dawned a dull day, not the inspiring sort of day that brought me here in the first place some 19 years ago. A UK sort of day, I guess.
I took a break from our dog walk to just sit and think. About nothing. Sat like the proverbial “Thinking Man” I listened to the dulcet sounds of the acequia flowing alongside. Over the other side of the valley, the Sierra de Lijar were wreathed in gray cloud.
Corunavirus lockdowns, lying governments, homeless people, hungry children and of course, stupid Brexit were totally forgotten. The mind was cleared.
After some time I was rejoined by my happy dogs and they splashed and played in the gushing waters. Kiersten arrived a short time after and we all made our way home for a warming cup of coffee with Baileys.
Life should be and can be so simple.