Land Swimmers,

Spring rain,
inquisitive or insistent,
backlit descent,
stone mattress,
percolation to a soft sleep.

In the neighbourhood, in the field, I don’t mind rain at this time of year, it’s cool but never cold. The sun gives puddles a shimmer and illuminates the performance of the raindrops. Soggy starlings murmur like broke violins. The compacted earth is unforgiving to knees. The rain will calm it eventually.

I’ve decided to tackle The List’s 100 Best Scottish Books. The Bellyaches massive can expect a critique of The Bible by 2012. I will redefine the list, perhaps a sausage roll recipe book may make the new cut.

Me without hindsight, me without

When will change come, just like spring rain

The Go-Betweens