RETURN OF YELLOW STUFF:

There’s a discernible taste to the air, breathing isn’t 
so much fun. The season of the Yellow Stuff returns &
with it the subtle beauty of Hawthorn blooms. Hedgerows
& verges explode with delicate shades of White, the last
blossom of the season, promising gentle summer walks 
at sunrise & long balmy evenings punctuated with the 
sound of laughter & alfresco dining. 
Yesterday I drove to a cafe, returning to the joy 
of notating loud conversation, parked up in the sun & 
sat quite with clear thoughts about the work to come. 
In late afternoon we rescued Blue tit chicks who’d flown
the nest too early, between sessions in the studio enjoying
the return to making music & watching the sun sink slow into 
the trees passing a calming hand over Essex.

(K)