Thursday, October 16, 2025

Flock, turn and cards.

1. A flock of birds -- chacking and calling to each other -- whirls across the late afternoon sky, moving like a single creature.

2. With one eye on the sky and one on my work, I note the moment day turns to night. It's not the sky that tells me though -- it's my computer changing from cold light to warm.

3. Across the pub, near the door, jolly people are holding fans of red playing cards.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

1. I am intrigued by an article in The Guardian  about psychic phone lines, and then by the author's upcoming thriller about a toxic lif...