Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Dribble, water and not alone.

1. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named lifts his teething nephew up high and gets dribble down the back of his neck.

2. Cool stream water in my sandals on a hot day.

3. When everything else is dark and quiet, when of all the windows I can see, only mine is lit, I get a text message from PaulV. Somewhere on the other side of town, he too is wakeful.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....