On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Saturday, 11 July 2009
Rock Cottage, clockwise. 6.15pm.
Needle cold rain pricks us at the top of the hill. By the time we turn the corner, a mist of clinging drizzle has fuzzed our world. Reality needs re-tuning.
I contributed a piece to this anthology.
1 comment:
Love that last sentence. Feels like the story of my life sometimes.
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