ARTISTS

Along the horizon a silvery band of light appears behind backlit clouds. The sun will soon rise. I hope Friday remembers its lines. The town resembles a roughly-drawn charcoal sketch. A first draft. A memory. As we wake we fill that sketch with living colour. Artists one and all.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Laying the underlay for the day ahead.

LOVE IS...

Early stroll - to the kitchen. That teaspoon was sat by the sink last night. Won't its parents, presumably two tablespoons sat in the cutlery draw, be sick with worry? Love is... that Goldilocks muscle-memory honed from pouring just enough milk into your partner's tea cup.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Soul aerobics.

DRESSING THE DAYS

The spellings to the start of each day always changes

They wear their own clothes which they choose

But the endings remain all the same and what's strange is

They all wear the same pair of shoes!

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Filmed in TetleyColor.

RICTUS GRINS

Blue coping stones on my garden wall have mined diamonds from the frosty air and are sparkling in the sun. It's so cold I feel I could break chunks off of my garden with a toffee hammer. The sun is weaker than a lost argument and my lawn smiles a rictus grin of peppermint green.

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Gritting the pathways of imagination.

SLOPPY

I'm up early when there's no guarantee of light. "Past performance is no promise of future results." We should read the small print on each day, not just assume it's arriving on time, or arriving at all.

Look what happened to those above the Arctic circle when they got sloppy!😉

FIRST CUP OF TEA

Allowing the imagination to read between the lines.