It is a wild windy day and I woke too early, using the time to flick through dreams, options and realities in the pre-dawn darkness. My mind was whirring at a million miles an hour but it was all fluffy and fatuous thinking that has no root in the real. Once my feet are out the door into the breaking day the wind seems to foster this scattered approach and my thoughts flash through like the morning clouds that have no stability today but are tossed here and there as if beyond their control. It will be a hard day to find the still places in here as the wind releases all its energy around me it really does seem to destabilise my focus.
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