#dolmen
Druid’s Temple Dolmen, Masham, Yorkshire, Pen and Ink Sketch, November 2019.
Rain
The rain is falling
and it gently erases
every memory
In Spanish:
La lluvia cae
borrando mansamente
todo recuerdo
My home town is located in the only european desert. By the way, It is also close to the only artificial structure visible from the Space (it is not the Chinese Great Wall). I have always loved rain. Soft, hard, slow… It doesn’t matter. I don’t care being completely soaked under a grey sky. Actually, It is almost a religious experience… I feel some kind of strange connection between the earth and the clouds and my mere mortal being just acting as witness of a primordial rite repited many times.
In Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King says the Pacific has no memory… Neither the rain.
This picture is from my visit to a celtic dolmen in Galicia (North of Spain). Touch that stone was… magical.
botober day 30: “field of gravity-shifted stones”