Uncertainty is a void. Nature is beautiful. Beautiful does not mean kind. We are human.
A return to fiction
A nature poem for every day of the year.
Beautifully written and produced but shocking.
I should not be allowed “oooh” moments on the internet.
Here's a post I'll get round to finishing one day maybe. (I won't.)
I can't believe how lucky I am that this was my first half-marathon.