With teared stained face.....

 With sadness that made me just stare and walk. Remember you my son. In one of our places we sojourned too...oh so very often the lake, where moor-hens, swans, black eyed grebe, mallard ducks gathered also.

I think of you. But don't think about tomorrow. Made efforts to be a different father then one never experienced. Reflected again to our journey there two years ago the walks that sunny Sunday afternoon of most glorious warm Autumn week on the coast. Cuppa we shared, the cig you smoked looking across rippled lake. Talking smile heading back for lovely meal followed by pint as we watched poor group karaoke through a boring show. Past the time simply. 

Never thought stand here with you gone. Old man looking to still process events deeply....too deeply.

The crows nest sits high among the branches, like it found one time a place to hide. Now exposed to passing of a moment. Exposed in force 3 wind that's attracting attention as it grows faster.