Waking in buttered light, glass balustrades full of unexpected reflections. anticipating the day, walking into town to pick up an order, maybe vegetables too. The breeze clatters the blinds downstairs, and the fresh acer leaves are raving to a music unheard. I will wear my red dress and red shoes, and feel fey and fresh today.
I will get up and shower, in a minute...
Awake August 2016 facebook page here
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