Circling Owls
Edd Jennings

When I read something like this, something of yours, and am reminded of memories held from times past, the combination conspires to force me back to realisation of the whole world, of its immensity and variety, easy to forget in small, daily things; the history and legacies of people too, challenging and thriving, living, loving and dying in every environment, seeing wondrous things, so many never sharing what they saw.