Different as it should be

This is the second full Iona day.  I spent a lot of this day watching and walking the clouded misted brightness.     It turned out the week would provide the wide range of weather opportunities, unlike stories of the week before, when the isle was socked in with grey and wind, and the ferry could not cross for three days.

This is clouded misted brightness,

Different today than yesterday.

I know

Tomorrow will be different still:

Clouded misted brightness

A rainbow perhaps

Maybe some sun and blue

But still

Clouded misted brightness,

Different,

Constantly different,

As it should be.