The skyline has been grey all day.
Living to the rhythm of natural day and night profoundly alters how you see things. Mel and I thought this might happen, but only three days into this pilot residency I can feel a new order at work in how I perceive and interact with the environment around me.
All day I’ve been thinking of the word “over-cast”. The hyphen is important. It’s two words linked in a mysterious way. It tells some of the story of the Beadnell clouds today. Beyond that it makes me think of the plans and schemes I imagine in my head that I never get time to enact or enforce. How we over-reach and over-cast our ambitions and motivations. How the world keeps on turning. The birds keep roosting and mating and preening. How everything is in its place.
I keep thinking “what would Rachel (Carson) make of Beadnell”? I already know the answer. She would be entranced by it. In sun. In shade. With everything on its own unique journey. She would have returned again and again, had she made it here. In honour of her and the north east coast of America where she did her observations and writing, I look at the sky and know this is the sky today. And that every day hereafter will be different.