The clouds have arrived again and are sliding just by

Sun peeks with muffled rays of newly arrived warmth

Turn kaleidoscope of green and brown splashed light through the eye to the meadow up there

Fade away again like a lens being refocused

Up the valley in the notch, they gather again

Small groups stand with milling ..men with hands in pockets, young gals with new boots and bright tops

The wind o’ gusting slaps at their hoods and hats

It is not so cold anymore but strong and whipping

I am waiting here in the gap for all of them

When they arrive they are sure to be soaked with sweat, tears, mists and rains

Swaggering and striding, some limping in from the miles and the moments they will all have had by this time tomorrow

I can’t wait to see them …I can’t wait to join them