Saturday, 27 February 2016

Immune

This morning I saw a deer, the sun rise...and that was pretty much it. The deer just stood there, motionless, enormous and looming...checking me out. I stood there, startled, awkward. There are times when you just have to do one and get away from all the bull and crap that comes your way. A night of little sleep, so I bolted early for Macc Forest. I didn't see a soul. Anti social...I don't care. I sat a while at the trig point on Shuttlingsloe. It's the place to be for these sort of moments. Isolated, beautiful and immune to the hurt.