No talking with people, fellow hobbits or any other
form of human life today. It’s been a day of frequent forays into reverie. Some
thoughts of things remembered, some created fictions, and some small but
factual scenarios built into bigger and more interesting ones. Every so often I
have to keep pulling myself back into the here and now in the Shire. It’s been
a day of living in other worlds. I wonder why.
Talking of the Shire, I explored another lane I’ve never
been down before. There was a lone cow in a field, evidently ready to be
milked. Just the one. I wonder why.
And my garden is almost empty of birds today. The food I put
out is hardly being touched. I wonder why.
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