Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Yesterday I walked home from work in the rain and paused a moment on the new pedestrian bridge that crosses the north channel of the river Lee. The sheets of rain drove patterns into the surface of the river, sweeping upstream towards a weir, where the river ran rushing and shouting over the rocks in a mumbled chorus. I was listening to "Passing By" by Ulrich Schnauss, which seemed dreamily appropriate to the moment of rushing water, chattering rain and water making patterns in water.

A good moment.