Rust and Glass

I am still clearing, clearing my mind most of all. Ancient memories haunt me. But I feel better and better. I went out walking today and was inspired by this old building. It sits there year by year acquiring a more and more lovely shade of rust. It was low tide on the beach and I found a veritable treasure chests worth of glass pieces. Beautifully smoothed and sea worn. My favourites are the old bottle bases. I also found a lithium battery for a video camera washed up on the beach. It's of no use to me but it seemed so, I don't know, substantial somehow that I brought it back to my rooms.