Soul State.

I went and visited an old friend tonight – the lone ash tree that stands in a hedgerow in a field off Church Lane. It looked quite magnificent silhouetted against the misty night sky. It seemed to be watching me. It even seemed to be waiting for me.

I’ve often expounded on the various pleasures I get from taking walks alone at night, but I think the subtlest and strongest is the curious sense of disassociation from the human condition. It strikes me that whatever the soul consists of, being disassociated from the human condition is probably its natural state.

And the breeze was soft tonight, as it should be in the magic month of April.