It's that time of year where it becomes mucky and that dreaded claw is at your door, only to feel twice as much.
Shocking, that even the skin off your nose before they bite. But then they are bitter as lemon.
It is those small jobs that make up for those big spends, just hope in the end it was all worth it.
Can it be a case of what goes around comes around even though they make it obvious what their attention is all about?
Let's face it, what you really have to say can take till the sun comes up as no one really is interested in what you feel about it. But, as you know when that claw comes digging in they'll see. Which has that someone making another strike for action.
In the forest; a meeting gathering, but one through the back way and not past all those who are seen everyday in the gardens. Concerns are for the wandering one amongst them all but really they should be taking more notice for the way the little fairy is seemingly being held to repeat every moment of the past like history repeating itself. As watched from afar from the monument making it be his past to live out again and encouraged by the dark shadow behind the little fairy to urge forward. Only, every lived out moment is another memory to recall for the one in the heavens and is then written once again.
In the stones; gentle detailed techniques are an eye opener but noses turn away with smug looks, although not to know what is going on under their own feet yet noticing the rumours for the downfall, love who being right behind you has your thoughts heading towards these make believe stories and get caught up with all the hussle and bussle.
Psalms Ch.25:V.15 "Mine eyes are ever toward the Lord; for he shall pluck my feet out of the net."