-7°C. An eerie silence descends when the temperature falls this low. As if all from the tiniest bug to the biggest tree have taken a collective, sharp intake of breath. The rising of the sun is no longer enough. I turn to the ancient power of the humble cuppa & the world exhales.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Followers
About Me
- Kidcobbler
- Spent nine months dreaming on my back. Opened up new horizons, if only horizontal. Woke up disabled, with a Blue Badge and bed hair. Walk with a limp and a stick. Cue the double entendré and the stick. Saving money on shoes. Spending it on thoughts. Overdrawn at the creative bank. Loan facility disabled. The irony! Stronger through weakness. Weaker through slogans. New journeys to be taken. Pop along. I'm off my back. I'm back.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment