In the morning I step outside into the garden, an arm-full of freshly laundered towels to hang out,
and I stand in the morning light, the sun burning away the cooling mist.
And I listen.
To the sea as it hushes over stones.
Rooks on my rooftop.
The bell tolling in the village.
We have a lovely day ahead of us!
In a mixed up kind of way, this is a peek at the last few days we had.
And it feels like a Sunday!