The Quiet Time.

I lay alone in a hotel room in Stratford-Upon-Avon, reflecting upon the distant sounds of traffic fading into different spaces and time.

I respect the silence.  It nurtures me when my thought overwhelm my peace of mind.  It can also be a punishing enemy when companionship seems so very far away.

Being truthful, my favourite period of the day when working is early in the morning, prior to the hustle and bustle.  Just the routine rituals of opening, ceremonial dances with cardboard and light then occasional greetings.

Can you stomach your own company?

I went to Anne Hathaway's Cottage today and spent twenty minutes wandering around the woodland walk.  My only companions being one startled squirrel and a bird or two shocked by my intrusion.  I felt like crying.  I lost myself and wondered how to get it back.  I am still asking myself that question.

Framed in darkness, each gentle soul embarks upon fresh journeys as they separate from the fluidity of sleep.

Please let me awaken soon.

                                                                       
                                                                              Barry Watt - 24th April 2015.