I look up – when things are – and the sky is a canvas. Clouds hint at what might yet be, and tell stories about where they come from. The landscape – beloved – sits, stately, firm, anchored into the mantle of the earth. Above them – fleeting, incorporeal, un-substantive, spectacular, inspiring clouds. There is a place for being firmly rooted with both feet on the ground. There should also be some plac3e for dreaming, wondering, and speculating a bit. These things are not contrasts – but complementary. There is nothing sadder than a committed, embittered earth-dweller when the heavens are free. Like a child with old eyes, or a madwoman seeing wars in mundane blessings – the philosophy that only one type of life, or experience, or philosophy is valid and fair, robs the free spirit of joy. And life itself – all of it – the peaks and the valleys – dart across the sky as quickly, and insignificant, and soon-to-be-forgotten – as those fluffy clouds.
Peter van der Walt is a fiction author, although you may find some non-fiction and the odd essay out there. Fans can find his newsletter, posts, updates and developments at petervanderwalt.com. Currently, he is hard at work on his next story. When not writing, he has far too many interests to reasonably keep up with. He lives with his partner in Devon, England.