Closing in on 9am. A morning under sheep shaped clouds. Watching the neighbourhood wind out of the embrace of sleep. Noisy chats at the front door, still-silent backyards behind. Moving on. Leaving a thin trace on the surface of that early day.
Closing in on 9am. A morning under sheep shaped clouds. Watching the neighbourhood wind out of the embrace of sleep. Noisy chats at the front door, still-silent backyards behind. Moving on. Leaving a thin trace on the surface of that early day.