Day 248
magic the morning has an edge of the ill-defined about it. last night’s rain has evaporated into imagination and loss, the lightning an illusion of the dark, a lie of… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: morning
Day 122
M drinks a massive mug of Americano with a bit of warm milk each morning (and two at the weekend). Now I’ve started drinking coffee again, I’m drinking it the… Continue Reading
Day 119
6:30 FRIDAY MORNING We were oblivious To each other, the blackbird And I. It hid behind the empty Plant pot, I strolled through The garden, unseeing, mind On the greyness,… Continue Reading