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
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