CERRIDWEN´S CAULDRON:

This morning was black, dark and rumbling. The sea, Cerridwen´s cauldron, boiling, bubbling, heaving, spewing up strings of seaweed, and united with the lashing rain, spat in our faces. The wind screeched at us from places unknown, yelling at us for intruding into its path, carrying hankied gulls beyond their will to other hidden corners of the sulky sky. A torrid love affair between sea & sky, but in the corner, over the mountain, I see a little pink cloud blushing pink at what she spies, embarrassed by what she sees, & she hides her head beneath her black blanket & the day has its way, black, furious, wet & grey.