She who, in the beginning, first gave us life, will be the one at the end to finish us.
Small town lass visits big city (I can’t say Village person, it doesn’t sound right). After more than two years, I finally get on buses and head west…Jill goes to Manc
A fellow blogger’s visit to my ‘town’. I know it’s a city, but we always say town!
This was the sight that greeted me the other night, and what a beautiful sight it was too. As dusk fell the sky turned a fiery orange. A final moment of glory, blazing into blackness.
And of course, I had to get a photograph of it, although I’m sure you guys would have believed me without one.
It was reported that some Britons were puzzled by a yellow sky, some by a red sky, while where I was it was definitely an orange sky. But whatever tint you got, it turned out that the cause was a Saharan dust cloud that had made its way over here. Crossing borders with neither a visa or a passport.
This just goes to show how things happening elsewhere can have an affect on us here (wherever the ‘us here’ is, as the application is universal for you, dear reader, too).
The butterfly affect, six degrees of separation and all that. Nothing happens in a vacuum, there’s always a knock on effect.
The alarming conflict going on in Eastern Europe further illustrates this, as the ramifications spread across the globe like an unsettling web that we are all getting caught up in.
But it doesn’t have to be just negative things.
A fellow blogger (and honorary Manc) living over the Pond produced the latest of her musical ventures there which also had an affect right here.
This was her CD that recently arrived, and early one morning this corner of Northern England became transformed into the desert setting of New Mexico, the setting which, along with a family of rescue goats, inspired the music to be found on here. Something born there found new life here.
From New Mexico to Manchester.
I never checked, but maybe while I was sat inside listening to Laura’s music the sky outside was orange again.
*Laura’s blog can be found here:
And while last night’s Wolf Moon still held on in the west, to the east the sky was on fire. Aren’t you glad you didn’t stay in bed to miss it?
But, just in case you did: a Good Molten Morning to you all.
The Wolf Moon over Manchester tonight, despite the fog.
And, despite that by which it is known, there was no howling to be heard, not even by the wind. Maybe somewhere else in the world tonight the moon was suitably greeted.
I really hope so.
Manchester from Spinningfields.
Spring from Winter.
June from January.
You can see anything you want, from a distance.
I took this this morning when heading out before the forecasted bad weather.
Think I just need a kestrel on my arm.