Already I felt the turning world beneath my feet ...

I'm trying to change chords without looking down at my fingers Richard said - 

The ukulele hung from his neck, a vessel for midnight ballads - 

I imagined Richard playing his ukelele on the Camino - 

Beyond the cathedral was the fathomless ocean - 

The white moon moved across the starry sky - 

The new year stretched forth its forgiving arms - 

I resolved to go on pilgrimage - 

Already I felt the turning world beneath my feet, the shape of a scallop shell in my hands - 

19.30

Saturday 2 January 2016