Polly

The wind has been going mad with the trees for a couple of days now and I get a real tingle watching and listening for the movement in those resilient branches. It's seasons shifting, and catching a scent on the air that reminds me of something brilliant, but distant and undefined. It creates an atmosphere of reflection along with the sense that something else exciting is on its way. Super-sensory...

Polly's expression here describes that feeling quite well, understated though, and caught in a space between gusts.

Yes, this is how today feels, in a small space between gusts.


{Today's soundtrack: Maximo Park - Books from Boxes}