It’s the end of another week – one that the news has given many faces.

There’s the one scarred by savagery and revenge. Another alive with sport, and hearts delivered to win. A third, struggling against the odds – work hassles, money problems, the weather, the news. And a fourth outside, restless with energy as the seasons change.

At times as I scan across other lives, screen time racing me between them, it feels as if the whole world is shifting. But when I look up I see the little things are still there, holding everything in place, unbothered by our madness, our excitements, or the climate tilting this way or that. Babies are still smiling, dogs leaping with happiness, and artists filling the world with colour. So is Nature.

Take these flowers, seen when the rain poured over Scotland. There were only a few of them in the vase, but there they were on a window ledge, unperturbed, taking a bow in all their finery. Perhaps that’s the way to do it.

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