Wednesday, 11 January 2017
Sunday, 1 January 2017
My window looks in on me
OK, I like the rain, apart from it being cold and wet:
Those attributes I am not so fond of.
I like it's absence of colour and it's
The speckles it's makes on the glass and a memory of rain- drop races with Adrian.
None of my current crop of children would have the patience to watch a raindrop obey the laws of physics and meander down the pane.
I can conjure up excitement and laughter and
Small fingers tracing their favourites. Sometimes I called THAT cheating.
When I lost.
It's good isn't it? To have a cupboard full of moments. Mine is so crammed they spill out.
As for this one: I hold it before it goes. It's January 1st 2017, and right here, right now, I am happy.
Happy New Year