Monday, 10 January 2011
The smooth warmth
Of the wooden jetty under bare feet.
Of water swilling around the boat the morning after fireworks, moored in a harbour bay.
How lovely to change continent, change season, change light and breath. I realise how much I have missed movement, water, light. How steathily winter has crept up. And how I am hunched and my bones cold.
I miss the water.