An ivy-choked tree symbolic of these strange times. Sink into the earth or focus on the blue sky. Go!Tunnel through the tangle.
Vision of beauty. Down yonder, in bluebell woods, my chocolate dog. Love immortalised in paint, such sweet banishment of gloom.
In twenty-twenty the pandemic killed my words and soothed me with art. Now it's twenty-twenty-one, who knows which muse will triumph?
Sadness, that blank page. Now to draw a happy face with magic pencil. Hark! You gloomsters and doomsters, Art wins the battle hands down.
Rewind that decade! Side by side we almost flew, chasing time and scents. Labrador sleeked through meadow, coat a-shimmer. A mirror.
Upon reflection, side by side our hearts still fly, with time the hounder. We compete for silver now, not of riches but of hair.