By

Craig Ennew

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Eight: Clouds on the Horizon

This week: Craig wonder, “Is any of this actually going to happen?”

My wife took on a shoe-gazer and taught him how to take risks. She showed him how to look up and set sights on the horizon.

Beyond our horizon, The Shack in West Lulworth beckons. Listening to our plans, some have declared themselves jealous. I’ve told them that we’re not there yet. Others say we’re mad, to which I reply: ‘Probably.’

These last few weeks, clouds have blotted our horizon. Were those drops of rain we felt? Was that sound the low grumble of thunder? The jealous fall quiet; the naysayers nod sagely.

I’m aware that the bucolic location that we have set our sights on is not, in itself, a panacea for all known ills. You move on: you carry luggage. No matter how much you downsize, declutter, decompress; you have to take something with you. But if we’d listened to the forecast, we never would have started out. When it rains, a body that moves doesn’t get as saturated as a body that stands still. We have to keep the momentum going.

Clouds bless the most beautiful sunsets

Plans can fall through. There will be unexpected road closures but alternative routes are available. Our destination remains the same and we will keep travelling towards our horizon whatever the weather. We will follow the ebb and the flow of the tide until we find our happy.

After all, clouds bless the most beautiful sunsets.

©Craig Ennew 2024

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