to what end

to what end

this path?

does it matter so long as we enjoy the steps?

Choosing What to Wear

 I awoke to a fine sunny morning

in early July

but, this being Scotland,

I didn't know whether it was warm sunny

or deceptively cold

so I pondered what to wear

as so many Scots do every day.

I chose a not-quite-olive green gym top

but fearing the cold

- as I was going for a short walk -

I also took a zip-up fleece,

sort of Sherwood green

like the ones the local rangers wear at Chatelherault Park.

Then I heard the sound of sweet music in the distance,

flutes,

and I realised what it was,

confirmed by the louder bangs of a big drum.

Och it'll be nothing, I thought,

thinking of my choice of clothing.

I changed to my trusty old slightly-grey blue jumper

and it was fine.

And yet.