10:04am on a Friday in holiday time

Lounging in bed, writing A tick box of me time A fox, the one with the tail absent of fur, skips across the adjacent, vacant school yard back to his home in the unkept bushes. Birds zip past my window in the languid, still grey sky. The dog lies serenely accepting the licks and nudgesContinue reading “10:04am on a Friday in holiday time”