After a cold, cloudy day the sun comes out
to set.
And we set out from familiar places.
Out onto the welcoming moor.
That is exactly the same
and yet so different
from what it was like
in the dark.
We remember being here so many times
remember so many things
that we saw
and so many things that happened.
Reminders everywhere.
So, once more, round we go
exactly the same but all so different.
From the light
gently into the dark.