Rain falling on marsh pools
Feb. 15th, 2026 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
puddlesharkRaining again. Mild again. A quiet walk through the forest, and along the edge of the marshes. No colour in the landscape - the endless rain has washed it all out. Brown heather. Dun reeds. Dun marsh grasses. Stopped a while to watch the rain falling on the black marsh pools: ripples spreading in perfect concentric circles, merging and dissipating. It's quite hypnotic.
The paths still passable, just, though navigation is something of an art. You can't just switch your boots onto auto-pilot and tromp along. You have to look ahead, see which side of the path you should take for the best chance of edging successfully round a puddle-turned-to-lake, see where the rivulet running across the path is narrow enough to leap.
Sat for a while on the wooden bench overlooking the marshes, with the rain pattering on my hood, and water from the pine branches dripping into my coffee. Watched the silver curtains of rain sweeping across the marshes, a pair of geese flying over the reedbeds. Said good morning to a couple passing by in shining waterproofs, accompanied by two cheerful Labradors.
The paths still passable, just, though navigation is something of an art. You can't just switch your boots onto auto-pilot and tromp along. You have to look ahead, see which side of the path you should take for the best chance of edging successfully round a puddle-turned-to-lake, see where the rivulet running across the path is narrow enough to leap.
Sat for a while on the wooden bench overlooking the marshes, with the rain pattering on my hood, and water from the pine branches dripping into my coffee. Watched the silver curtains of rain sweeping across the marshes, a pair of geese flying over the reedbeds. Said good morning to a couple passing by in shining waterproofs, accompanied by two cheerful Labradors.
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