While the Others Walk Over the Moor

In honor of the heather, I am using a purple pen. John just called and said they're still two miles out. They're on a new path called the Millennial Way and he's not sure how it matches up with his maps. Some white-haired ladies just walked by with packs on. Maybe I can learn to be old like them. "It's only ten to four, there's no need to stop," said one to the other. "I could go on like this to ten o'clock," said the other. Our walkers certainly get the wuthering part of Wuthering Heights today. The clouds blow over, past and past. Sun clouds sun clouds cold warm cold warm. Donna and I sit on a bench in the shelter of a wall here at Haworth and wait. (2007)