Friday, June 03, 2022

Clear sky, caterpillars and jubilee.

1. I wake well before dawn and go to the window. Foxes sprawl across the tarmac and run among the cars and shadows, shrieking and mewling their private thoughts in the secret hours.

1a. Glance up. Marvel at the rainwashed air to the south and west.

2. The caterpillars that have been shredding my honesty are climbing the wall and the window to find a good spot to pupate.

3. Balanced on the wall, a jug of beer.

End at the beginning, whistler and no pressure.

1. To start the day by finishing a book. 2. I'm sure we knew that the emergency kettle is a whistling one; but we'd forgotten since ...