a note to my unborn son
When one grand old tree falls to reacquaint itself with the land it’s lived in, a seed is breaking through that land and seeing the sun for the first time. When one lightbulb decides to end and darkens a room, another is coming on.
I saw my father take his last breath a few weeks ago and a darkness crept its way across the mountains. A few months from now, I will be seeing my second child take their first breath and suddenly a light is breaking through and I can see those mountains again.
This photo was taken at Cwm Idwal, looking across to Pen yr Ole Wen.
See the announcement post and letter to my first son, Arthur, here
Read my other tales from the outdoors here.