BUTTERFLY DAYS

Sometimes a day is like a midge and simply merges with all the other midges into one amorphous swarm. 

Other days are like butterflies; their colours shining in the sunshine, sucking nectar from every flower they pass, yet all too brief to last.

Aim for butterfly days. 🦋🦋🦋🦋

FINGERS IN TARMAC

Light rain tickles the skin; defying gravity, left hanging around in the air, much like an unanswered question. The brown slush of dead leaves mulched underfoot. Tree roots burst through the tarmac, leaving it open like a jagged tin, sinewy fingers stretching across the path.

NAKED DREAMING

I dream I dream I am sleepwalking 

I just cannot make it stop

I dream I dream I am sleepwalking

Padding naked 'round a shop

I dream I dream I am sleepwalking 

Can I hear a police car coming?

I dream I dream I am sleepwalking

But I'm awake! And now I'm running!

FIRST CUP OF TEA

effectual devotion to the drink

perpetual motion to the think

TIMELY REMINDER

Time itself could never be kinder;

It sent me a letter,

A gentle reminder,

"You'll never get back the Time

it's taken to read these lines."

ALL YOU NEED IS TEA

The Beatles first cup of tea: The long & winding road leads us from yesterday. All you need is love, a teabag, a mug & hot water. Let it be for a while. Get back to it in time. Something in the way you brew makes it all come together. Sip & embark on a magical mystery tour.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Sipping on the top of the day - Otis Redding

LET'S PRETEND

Brightness stretches across town. Far too bright for a Monday. Has someone mixed up Monday with Friday? Nobody wants it this bright at the start of a working week. Monday's been designed to be dull to drive us on to Tuesday.

There's nothing for it. Smile and pretend it's Friday!

IMAGINE THAT?

A heavy fog is slumped across the town. I half expect a whistle-blowing, caped, Victorian policeman to appear from the mist waving his gas lamp. Fog tricks memory. What the eye doesn't see the brain simply creates. When it's foggy we see both reality and fantasy. 

Imagine that?

CONCENTRATED. CONDENSATED.

Dawn shadow plays with rain. Self-lit cars travel on breaking waves of spray. The noise on the main road is like a prolonged hiss from a giant snake or an everlasting puncture. Soon the windows on the buses will steam up with the condensation from the concentration of passengers.