We scuttle and scurry
through stepping storms
and stormy skies,
through coughs and cries
and hellos and goodbyes.
We scuttle and scurry,
seasoned citizens
battling the seasons,
the blistering breezes,
the rains and the sneezes,
the smothering sweats
and the winters that freeze us.
We scuttle and scurry
from blankets to brollies
beneath covetous clouds
through clustering crowds,
over pools and puddles
splashing mud on our muddles.
We scuttle and scurry
through this life
in such a hurry
that it’s often gone
before we’ve got it.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photography taken under a stormy sky by The Palacio Real de Madrid, Spain.
Damien B. Donnelly 
Yup. We hurry to get nowhere…
If we would just slow it down, live in the moment, breathe, the world would be a better place.
Another beautiful image, to go along with truthfully words. Merci.
Yes this is so true. Beautiful piece Damien!
Thanks Jen, hope all is well
Thanks Damien! All is well. Haven’t been on WP as much of late. But hope to return soon. ❤️
Glad to hear- you are missed when you’re words are far from us ❤️
Aww you charmer you! Thank you Damien. ❤️