{"id":1739,"date":"2018-03-19T17:04:13","date_gmt":"2018-03-19T17:04:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=1739"},"modified":"2018-04-07T09:45:42","modified_gmt":"2018-04-07T09:45:42","slug":"that-thrumming","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=1739","title":{"rendered":"That thrumming&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>rush of air again, a blast from the open oceans. It stops me in the street, calls me away from my messages, the run to the paint shop, the clutched bag for life with tonight&#8217;s vittles, my surface trampings and distractions in torn, faded jeans and scuffed boots. My weeks have been a fixed mechanism of late, I move from house to shop to desk. There&#8217;ve been no mountains, only the little cathedral peak I have tried to construct in the college orchards, a triangle of black steel. Out to the cutting sheds for a run of granite for the window cill. A limestone square for the hearth, if all the money&#8217;s not gone. And in the gaps there is snow and blossom, snow in crazy perfect polka through the open car door, a crystal dust on the old leather. And the thrumming wind. All I can do is stand and watch, hope it doesn&#8217;t pick me up and dash me down.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20180319_113110.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-1740\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20180319_113110.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"491\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20180319_113110.jpg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_20180319_113110-300x230.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>rush of air again, a blast from the open oceans. It stops me in the street, calls me away from my messages, the run to the paint shop, the clutched bag for life with tonight&#8217;s vittles, my surface trampings and distractions in torn, faded jeans and scuffed boots. My weeks have been a fixed mechanism [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1739","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1739","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1739"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1739\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1744,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1739\/revisions\/1744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1739"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1739"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1739"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}