Yes, No, Maybe
Today, a journal entry indeed. A moment, like no other. the forces of pressure have finally landed. Overwhelm. It’s 6.52 in the morning. I got up found some grounded coffee, poured in the hot water, lit the gas and got the Moka Pot (Bialetti) going. Boiled the kettle, made a herbal tea too. I always have both. One after the other. Walked up to the cottage and sat down stared out the window, six degrees, blue sky, sun across the street, shade on the grass, it is going to be a perfect spring morning. Yet I sat there…….
A House Somewhere
And so I find myself at home, the home I dreamt about for a ridiculous amount of time. I had this idea a long time ago of a white room and a historic cottage that would be my armour and perhaps my libation and it appears it eventually turned up. In a strange turn of events, it arrived or I did. It was a relief I must say.