I am standing close to a Holy Well by a huge hump of rock.  Around it and me a small lagoon sparkles. In the distance Hesham floats above a fast tide and to the East Jennys Point sits quietly. Above me clouds billow, advance, retract and move on. I'm motionless. I'd like to think that Im meditating. I am not. Im attempting to be an alchemist.  Im taking measure of what I see. If I had a cup given to me by Hebe I would use it to collect every colour, movement,  nuance and form and then reflect it. I've tried this in numerous places around here.  All to no avail. I have the tenacity of a gnat. As soon as I grasp one thing I release another. I paint it instead sometimes carefully sometimes quickly. before it moves.