Mood

So many birds this morning, gulls mainly, wheeling around above the house and the valley as though they've been blown off the sea by the wind from the South-East. Cotton-wool grey clouds racing along above them, and for a brief moment, a slice of blue sky down there at the source of the wind, cut by a pink vapour trail. Now it's all mixed together, and there's the impression of a white sun rising, with a plain, uniform grey colour above it. Agitated trees and bushes, sweeping wind. The horizon a silhouette.
    What now? Light the stove, I think. Settle down to a day's reading through and editing. Found this both beautiful and appropriate to (contributing to) the mood of the piece I'm editing. Lucinda Williams. Side of the Road. Live in 1989. I wonder about the extent to which the background music to a piece of work contributes to the work, or I suppose detracts from it. Singing, chanting, mantras ... okay, enough of wondering about that. Having put the headphones on and embarked on a YouTube voyage of clicking pretty much randomly on pieces of music, I suppose this piece is going to have a mood of many colours.
    And if I'm not careful, I'm not going to hear the 10am call. Enough music for now. The gulls have all gone, and maybe it's time for the day to begin. Serious now. Convincingly so. Ha ha.