Through the open window I can hear it, floating in with the early morning chill, the faint chorus of birds lilting in on the breeze, cool on my face, curtains shifting slightly. A fast, insistent sound, a hammering on wood, almost a buzz, intermittent yet consistent. I smiled,eyes still closed, and breathed in the familiar… Read More I wouldn’t change this for the world.
I hear the light grey skies before I see them, a certain shift in mood, in atmosphere. An almost heaviness waiting outside the windows. Pulling back linen, light dances in, shining through every part of me, filling the room, changing. Good morning, wake up, the day is here. I push open the windows and listen.… Read More Day