Invaders?

 Lovely sunny day with clear blue sky here - chilly wind - too strong for Priscilla so here I am mooching up and down the bungalow getting a bit of exercise.  My carer this morning said she drove the one mile here at crack of dawn (7am -another fortnight and it will be light again at that time when the clocks go back) through what she called 'thin' flakes of snow.  The sun has seen to them by now - he gave them very short shrift.

This sort of day lends itself to sitting looking out of the window.   Sunday - in my childhood the day of rest.   Chapel, Sunday School, Chapel again.   In between no playing out - just quiet games like Dominoes or reading a book. (in my Dad's day even that was forbidden - unless it was the Bible!)

But looking out of the window brings on what I think might be called 'a stream of consciousness'.  Right across the dark blue sky - one after the other - six thinnish white lines moving slowly (well slowly from where I am sitting but not so up there in the wild blue yonder) West.   And at the same time four thinnish white lines moving East.

The lines going West are being drawn going up.   Those coming East coming down.   Immigrants of a sort I suppose - but certainly enough money to pay for the flight.  The only distinction being some turn right and some turn left on getting on the plane.

My Great Grandparents on seeing such a sight would have thought it was invaders from another planet.

As I sat there I thought about the migrants - any trying to get here today are facing bitter cold and choppy seas to say the least.   But then I thought of the millions of Palestinians on the move - any way of getting out of a terrible situation is better than what they are going through.    Mums, Dads, Grannies, Grandads, children, tiny babies - all moving in the same direction but moving to God knows where.

And here's me - sitting in a sunny spot drinking my morning coffee and eating my two finger kit kat - with nothing better to do than muse.   If I believed in God I could do no better than to thank Him for my situation - as it is, as a Humanist there is nothing I can do but wish fervently that there was not such terrible hatred in the world.