Days are blurred

Voices through the walls joyously celebrating. An inconsequence, an invisibility painfully visible in the slate grey aura surrounding a muddled head. The good ship endurance is inspiration enough. Windswept and numbfaced I cling on, just. Footsteps of trepidation in a sea of uncertainty. Look west towards the east and set sail once more. Leave all those with regrets far behind, missing you/missing the point.  This is the get out of city free card, awarded to those who posses least fears.  Everything is just a decision away.

eggs & love

For the love of friends, the full length surprises, the kindness of huge hearts, the little white (nice) lies, the quiet navigation, the mail interception, the hushed plans, the expectant baby gaze, the windswept first ride, the midnight toasting,the tear delay, the garden posy, the sweet tooth companions, the three course privacy, the trip down memory lane, the tearoom softness, the kisses of strangers, the wall of love, the egg basket potential, the lemon curd outcome. Three quarters of a dozen days the best yet.