Working in peace, and quiet, at my desk beneath Devil's Peak; it's dusk on an early summer's evening. Faraway I faintly hear traffic on the M3, a yodelling police siren, also a girl child shrilly hopscotching and singing in the street below.
Despite the peace, it often concerns me that I'm cocooned from the city, from the real world, is this unreal and overly protective suburb that is also so beautiful, and alluring.
It's like wearing thick lenses over my eyes and cotton wool in my ears.
However, I remind myself that I'm recalibrating.
Be gentler on yourself Charles.
1 comment:
Beautiful! Here's to recalibrating ourselves my friend! Stay gentle.
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