Being Careful.

What does one do when the sky glowers, the temperature drops, the rain falls, the body feels fatigued, and the mind is torpid from the want of something to seek? Walk the lanes alone and glum because there's no longer any hope of bumping into the two favourite ladies?

I think I need the entrance onto my stage of some intriguing and exhilarating new character, offering no threat or ill will but bearing the magic wand of beauty, mystery and benevolence.

I don’t wish it, of course. I only ever wish things for others, never for myself. Wish fulfilment can be an unpredictable business and regret is always too late.