Glorious mud

On one ramble near Hastings, I came upon a muddy slope. Overnight rains had recently stopped.

Such quadrophonic sounds of glug!

Such tonalities tones and semitones of



gargling drainage

all around my boots in this shallow valley space!

I shall always remember standing there alone and soaking up the way the rainwater mouthed and muttered its contented reunion with the muddy earth

~ see the sense of season

sleep naked of reason

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