Black as your hat this morning, the reading light is on, try to do a bit of art work prior to work, hunting for the right coloured silk at 7.13 is not good. the cockerel is chiming, there must be sun somewhere as the grates on the pigeon shed are a blazoned with copper this morning, there is definitely sun in the midst. its on the slag heaps to, turning the grassy slopes to gold, intact everything is tinged with gold - a good sign. The sky is clear, the traffic passes. We had a power a cut, for a second, alarms they ring, phones reset, the second of chaos. I can hear the Kawasaki, the roar of its engine, I recognise its deep earthy wonder going over the bridge. Anyway better go. Ill accompany this with a photo, the chaos of trying to combine day time work with morning/evening shift of my art and I will leave you with that thought and the fact that the daisies are still out on the evening walk- thank God x
Posted on: Wed, 16 Oct 2013 06:32:55 +0000