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Solstice Done

Eight by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky gray leaning blue with a bright white stripe to mark some boundary in the upper air, a wee chill in a breeze here below, the coffee decent tart and sweet, the solstice done, and we start the long slide into shorter days.

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Solstice Eve

Nearing 10 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a mild Sunday with a breeze and an undecided rain, the sun contending with a bright overcast, the birds off elsewhere for the moment, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and the solstice due tomorrow, then the lengthening again of night.

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Saturday Again

Half 8 near the coast of the Celtic Sea, a brisk breeze with a chill under a bright overcast, the doves quiet after an early cacophony echoing off the castle walls, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and here we are again at Saturday on our speck of the Cosmos.

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Swifts Aloft

The swifts are about, hunting aloft near the bell tower of St. Multose in twos and threes and more, their flitting black silhouettes elegant.

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Utterly Cloudless

Eight near the coast of the Celtic Sea, the blue canvas of the sky utterly cloudless, the air tinged with a morning chill and carrying a bit of a breeze, the birds busy elsewhere, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and I’m keen to hear and tell some simple truth today.

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Back from Its Late Insanity

Ten by the coast of the Celtic Sea, a bright and mild Monday, the air tame, the birds busy, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and the news leaning positive, with the US back from its late insanity, EU partnership on the mend and Putin treated properly as the murderous thug he is.

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Market Day

Nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, gray from the cottage to the far ridge with a fog and a drenched chill carried on a breeze, a gull gliding smoothly over the length of the lane into town, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and here’s market day on the road back from Covid.

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Tide of Normalcy

Nine by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sky undecided grays and whites, the air mild with a breeze, the birds having a break after a busy morning, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and we’ve arrived at a bank-holiday Monday, the tide of normalcy rising.

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Gray Leaning Blue

Seven by the coast of the Celtic Sea, gray leaning blue, front to back, the air tame with a wee chill, the blackbirds busy and loud (with fledglings?), the collared dove hooting in the lane, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and it’s a bank holiday Saturday on our fraught road.

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Bright and Warm

Half 11 by the coast of the Celtic Sea, the sun bright and warm in a blue sky, the breeze welcome, the birds busy, the coffee decent tart and sweet, and we’ve arrived at Friday with a bank holiday weekend in prospect and hopes up for a summer of normalcy.