Describes my thoughts. And general world view.
In between ideas…
A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
This room Safe Without walls
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Personal narratives are something we all construct, even if we choose not to share them.
It’s approaching three months since I last wrote anything in my gardening journal. Since I last wrote anything at all.
• Tri die cup: “Perfect Attention span vessel,” roll Writers, readers, gnats.