Three beautiful things most days.
1. The rain radar suggests that the storm will pass soon enough.
2. A maple leaf like a broken star lies on the stair where Nick took off his shoes.
3. We walk home on a wet evening scaring each other with stories about things in the dark.
1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscel...
