If anyone is reading this (if you are, please let me know on
https://firstname.lastname@example.org ! ) you will have seen my obsession with particular places that draw me, of which the strongest is the an elm tree set back a little from the path along the North side of the Southampton golf course.
It am no longer draws to ecstasy: rather, I now join the tree as an old friend. Its appearance is now smaller, down to my size.
And the stream (mentioned earlier) that I next encounter is ... a stream.
Things are better so.