Non-Sequitur

Wouldn't Vietnam be lovely this time of year? I downloaded the visa application. Just in case, you know...

Ha Long Bay

Or maybe New York City? Morocco? Norway? Pakistan? Croatia? Spain? Ireland? South Georgia Island? Mali?

Directions

Take a plane to London
From King's Cross take the direct train to York.
Rent a car and drive across the vale to Ripon,
Then into the dales toward the valley of Nidd,
A narrow road with high stone walls on each side,
And soon you'll be on the moors. There's a pub,
The Drovers, where it's warm inside, a tiny room,
You can stand at the counter & drink a pint of Old Peculiar.
For a moment everything will be all right. You're back
At a beginning. Soon you'll walk in Yorkshire country,
Into dells, farms, into blackberry and cloud country,
You'll walk for hours. You'll walk the freshness
Back into your life. This is true. You can do this.
Even now, sitting at your desk, worrying, troubled,
You can gaze across Middlesmoor to Ramsgill,
The copses, the abbeys of slanting light, the fells,
You can look down on that figure walking towards Scar House,
Cheeks flushed, curlews rising in front of him, walking,
Making his way, working his life, step by step, into grace.

by Joseph Stroud