11/10 SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS!

PIC GM and DALL-E 2024

SO IF YOU’RE LONELY WHY’D YOU SAY YOU’RE NOT LONELY?

Begun on the last day of August, sunstruck after a month of rain. A hazy stillness, a misty autumnal quiet, hangs limpid on the land and the loch. The sun blue hot, still fierce.

My pal, the gull sits, breathing open-beaked in the glare, on the flat roof. Hills on the far shore, the mainland, are blue ink washes, diluted by distance to white.

August felt like the shortest month of the shortest year so far. Years are like Mars Bars now – they used to be at least twice the size for the same money…

One bite and it’s mid-October!