What is that, that passes by occasionally? It’s a bit of nostalgia, mixed in with a sweep of sadness that comes out of nowhere. I cannot explain it.
Anyway, it’s a new day. I’m smiling at everyone I see. And now I’m soaking all the fury cat love that’s offered for free.
I look out of the bedroom window and a view of welcoming bright red/orange roses still clinging to a bush, while others fade away and drop to the ground…finished.
The garden beckons for some water. Later.