I’ve accepted I’ve not been writing enough. New Job, new home. Too many distractions. Willing myself to write more I bought a new notepad, and as the sun rose on a cold morning in March, I headed to the top of a nearby hill.
There is a mixture of solitude and the presence of human life up here. In the distance, I can see billowing smoke and the blinking lights of a working quarry. Behind me, the hum of a motorway, full of people in cars going to work no doubt.
Yet up here I am alone. The sun has risen now, but not a single other person has followed it to the top of this hill with me. There is a peacefulness up here. The birds compete against the noise of working people, singing their early morning songs loudly for me to hear. I sit and watch for a while. Watch the rays of sunlight sweep across a blanket of farms. See a couple of blackbirds circle high above the quarry, looking for an early morning meal below.
As the sun eventually hits the top of my hill I know it’s time to head back down. It is a workday, and I must go and join the bustle of people below going about their lives.
Get Up Go Outside 