it is a yellow morning, meaning the sun is rising through, or behind, or despite of, a layer of watery atmosphere
– something like that.
a friend of mine died on 12 Jan, he befriended our family when we joined him to help rejuvenate the local magazine about 15 years ago.
he was a real citizen of the world, and with his wife, and sometimes his children and grandchildren, set about seeing as much of the world as possible, in retirement. He was a true socialist – worked enthusiastically to help change and create things that would benefit the wider community, using intelligence, wisdom and humour.
Now I sit here in the early yellow morning and think about him, and wonder where that energy has gone.
