Whatever else is going on (test results still awaited) and in spite of the ups and downs and grinding frustrations of my present state I've got some mobility back and that's extraordinary.
The aspens are still as glorious, though over the last day or two I've noticed the very first yellow leaves on the ground beneath the trees. We're a week away from Lughnasa, the start of the harvest. The summer is inching its way along towards autumn, the nights now imperceptibly lengthening. There's a way to go yet of course but the first signs are there if you look. A reminder, even on hot motionless July days, that the world is ceaselessly turning, that nothing is forever.
When I'm walking by the river I feel the odd one out. Nothing new there and I'm wearing my differences much more comfortably these days. But even at weekends I'm aware that I'm the only person who is just walking for pleasure (as well as therapy in my case). With a camera. On my own. There are a band of regular dog walkers. One or two joggers very occasionally. All of us smile and say hello as we pass each other. Maybe they wonder what I'm doing or - more probably - maybe they've got better things to think about.
A dog might be nice though. Just for the walks. Perhaps I could borrow one?
Today, July 27th, would have been my father's birthday. Someone else who loved to walk just for the sake of it. I'll light a candle.