A Simple Request –

It doesn’t have to be the sharp and smooth flint houses on Gashouse Drove,

Or the Muntjac deer hopping through the forest,

Or the Squirrel watching us through the window as it’s big, bushy tail wraps around the tree branch.

It could be a glint of a crushed, broken up can left at Millers Lane,

Or the cheering of the crowd as the ball flies into the net,

Or the frozen cobwebs shining in the middle of winter.

Be as mystifying as a detective trying to solve a case;

those never sleepers,

Notice how even the mundane can now become historic,

Even just the tiny observation of a bridge covered in icicles can amaze someone.