7pm, almost. Moved on. Returned. Savouring the limited reality of the space between cottage and bushes in a green, moist garden. Spring weather, summer light, autumn mood. And an absence of clarity. The mind is an odd thing to embrace.
7pm, almost. Moved on. Returned. Savouring the limited reality of the space between cottage and bushes in a green, moist garden. Spring weather, summer light, autumn mood. And an absence of clarity. The mind is an odd thing to embrace.