Sunday morning:
a queue at the bakery
then sandcastles
and tiny silver fish
darting in the shallows.
Some days open to us
effortlessly.
a queue at the bakery
then sandcastles
and tiny silver fish
darting in the shallows.
Some days open to us
effortlessly.
Lovely conclusion!
ReplyDeleteThank you, this felt gentle and restful, what a Sunday morning should be
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary, Linda. It's been a great month hasn't it?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! again!
ReplyDeleteThank you, la mujer libre! When I read back over the month of daily writing I realise how much value there is in doing it... I think the River of Stones is running again in January so I'll be there again.
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