Narnia

Wet and wintry, but Highgate Woods still had a magical quality.

The many-voiced magpie was telling me something significant.

I wonder what it was?

Perhaps that the glow of rain on wood in slanting sunshine is more lovely than a summer's day? Or that the light that passes through the angled atmosphere of autumn and through the drops of rain has a presence almost divine? Perhaps that the contorting branches of oaks and the sloping trunks of beech trees create an architecture more beautiful than any human's imagining?

I was only in the woods for a very short time and would like to return in order to explore them more; to walk the wide and the narrow paths guided by inspiration.

So easy it is to be blessed by the world.