I am feeling a strange affinity to the mythical beast in the picture above today. Looking out into the distance, into the future. Despite having wings to fly she is frozen to the plinth. Whilst weeds grow in front of her she is powerless to do anything about them. Life passes her by as she sits, dreams and wonders.
I feel like a statue. Cold to the touch. Unable to move. Frightened that to make a move would cause me to crumble. So I sit tight. Sit still. And I wonder.