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

sucking

plucking

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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