Today there has not been much time for wildness.
Snatched moments this morning watching a woodpigeon on the feeders.
Admiring the wildflowers on the verges as I drove from meeting to meeting.
On the motorway this evening in slow traffic out the corner of my eye I glimpsed a buzzard alongside the road keeping up with the traffic in an effortless glide before wheeling away.
And after an Offspring gig in a hot sweaty venue, smile splitting my face, singing my heart out, the welcome relief of raindrops, huge, warm and wet dropping onto my hot skin. Dancing in a downpour, swept with the crowd, on my way home.