A clear morning

It’s almost nice today. We finished putting away our winter stuff, Mum and I. She asked me to go back to Kilmartin with her the day after tomorrow. It’s a good idea, and I’d be happy to go on the trip with her. The weather is looking up, and the spring is here at last. Over there the light will be beautiful, and I already have a host of walks planned in my head. I feel better, and I think I’ll get more out of this trip than the last one. The dregs of my memories clog up my spirit even more.