This room. Every bit of it. Breathes you. Shelves of books, ornaments, occasions. I pick up a small jade statue, remember when you had that phase. Bidding on eBay, excited by the parcel in the post. Lining it up with the others. Just so. Always, just so. #vss365
Garden times, cats, spring, sunshine.
Thank you.
Blossom buds on the apple tree, fresh cut grass in the air. A bumble bee zig zags through the garden, a ladybird lands on my skin. I lay here, in the April sun, eyes closed, face warm. Cast a spell, a trickery, let the scent of better days drift in. Pretend, I'm ok.
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I pull my coat tighter as I walk into the fog over the pier, seafoam whispers to the rocks. The salty fret touches my lips, and a secret is shared. My heart pounds, stomach turns, fingers reach out. To something, someone from long ago.
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Across the way, there's a walk, a familiar loop. The trail one I've seen in a symphony of seasons. As the first snow drops sprout, spring blossom bouquets, a rabbit bounds, birds sing. I pick myself up, step out of the house. Onto the path, that feels like home.
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Morning sun peeks through the blind. The hope of a bright day. The chance to move on, connect, reset. To begin again. I lay for a while, bask in the warmth of possibility.
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There's a scar on my hand that reminds me of you. That day, that time, that feeling of hope. Sitting in the library we'd laugh, dare, imagine a life. That never came.
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I let the telephone ring. No machine picks up. No voice on the other end. I hang up. Try again. And again. No one answers. Anymore.
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Never ha ha. Especially not today!
Rain pounds. On the roof. Drumming a beat. A symphony. I sit tight. Wait. Watch. Hold it in. The feeling. The moments. The tiny explosions that frustrate. That burn. Flaming bright, inside me. #vss365
Black fluffy cat sat on a kitchen table, light shining behind her.
Not sure anyone fed me today. The old lady cat is at the forgetful stage.
Each day. Each season. There's always that divide. The before and the after. The clear line between. That's how life is. Will always be. No decision. No vote. Just how it is. Every day. Without you.
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Yellow daffodils on the window sill. A sprig of colour bright against overcast skies. A timid spring, birds sing in the garden, a hazy mist rolls. The day moves slowly. Winter holding on.
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Finally, I stand in the warmth of the March sun. Stop what I'm doing. Just absorb the heat, the hope, the joy. And for a moment. For a breath, a blink, a pulse. It's all better than ok. #vss365
Meet at the corner. Red brick, cracked pavement, names faded on the wall. Time moves slowly here. Wrappers gather, memories whisper, that flower still blooms. A spark of colour, a stain of oil, a reminder. Year after year. #vss365
Good doors...
Fire dances, flames deftly move. The night presses it's cold hand on the back of my neck. I move closer, watch spellbound as memories burn. #vss365
Beneath blue skies the trees are still bare, as daffodils bloom in the garden. A cat sits on the trampoline, basking in the sun. I long for a day of lethargy. To sit for hours, do what I please, no timetable, no commitments. Just the breeze and the scent of possibility.
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The doctors drip-feed light back into you. How slowly the darkness fades. I look at your ashen face and see the dusk clearing from your eyes.
At the limits of the dog’s bark; at the blurred edge of the rainfall; at the point where the lark vanishes in the sky: I’ll meet you there.
I like photos. I like things. A few cool photos of things from a recent trip up to Alnwick.
Soft focus, sunrises slowly. Cateract like fog begins to lift. The sky floating. Falling in bursts of colour. Birds swoop and soars. Upwards. Onwards. Through. Another day.
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Sipping tea, watching the sun fade. A shadow skips, timid in the evening light. Flits through the room. A swallow soaring, a cloud drifting, a laugh that crackles. A memory suddenly free.
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The month is coming to an end. The last days of February thawing out. I walk the orbital route around the reservoir. Pass the snowdrops, the crocus, the first signs of Spring. Watch reflections shimmer, a smile just below the surface. #vss365
First cup of tea: the sun rises, stylishly.
Old lady cat. Think she's 17 now. Maybe even 18.
February morning. An enchanted light falls through the window. Playful, bright, full of hope. For a better day.
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Good door...
In each room. I look for you. Not you, but pieces of who you once were. Watch for the shadows, the reflections, the miniscule moments. The ripples of a life. Left behind. #vss365