Month: March 2017
The drone of a single bee hidden beside the shed. A wood pigeon calls. A rook answers. The sun slowly emerges in a bath of blue sky.
I became aware of the diminishing darkness unlocking the sky’s potential.
A cold listless morning. Timmy is out back throwing a mouse in the air, playing catch by himself near our old green kayak.
A lone car rumbles down the street the morning yawns you pretend to sleep not ready for the hustle just one more wink
Blew out my brain like a flat tire this morning. That happens when I get a head full of ideas but can’t them out fast enough. The after math of which is a stress headache or at least I presumed to be a stress headache. At times like these, I’m tempted to reach for the …
Smoke drifts in thin line, silence cut by time, the day lurks and night retreats.
I like the diversity of sights and sounds in a big city. I don’t know how you feel about public transport, but I think taking a bus across the city is a fantastic way to survey the landscape. I took the #48 bus from Downend to Bristol City Centre, a distance of about 7 and half …
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
I’m dog tired tonight. Weekends make you weak. The only thing keeping me awake right now are three pieces of spearmint gum and the promise of watching Walking Dead later tonight. I have some neat pictures from my Bristol trip over the weekend which I haven’t edited yet. Bristol left me city-sick. I’ve had enough …