Oh to be here today, faraway from the maddening crowds; faraway from the piles of paper; faraway from the mindless and the thoughtless and the downright obnoxious; let the day begin again and anew. The one saving grace this morning was the site of cyclamin pushing its way through autumn leaves as though it was spring. I took a picture which I can post tomorrow, but tomorrow will do, this has not been a cyclamin day, no way, Jose - and to add to it all, my iPod is stuck on repeat - its playing this song - an omen, perhaps...
