Found my way to Plymouth for the first time in 3 months. That city where I work that has been closed down for so long. Sitting on a bench on a glorious summer day – by the door of a mighty lighthouse under the almost translucent wings of a passing seagull. An awakening.
Reminding me it’s all about timing and believing that something will always show me the way. A light. A beacon of hope. A flutter of a wing to a future dream of something. A something that lifts me from the bench. A something that allows me too to take flight. To freedom.