Lights In The Dark




Another whirl of a day: Lawhitton, Exeter, Weston-Super-Mare, Launceston, Plymouth, Home. I have made notes, or I would not recall the half of it. Messages and emails ping through my phone and oh the lovely feeling when I say, 'Excuse me, I must just show how brilliant my life is by returning this query from my printer. You know, because I am a publisher as well as all those other talents I have lying around here.' Which is an accurate paraphrasing, I assure you. On the way Home Eventually it is dark, the moon is big and the headlights frequently dazzle.


Nothing expresses childish delight like a delighted child.

Comments

Suze said…
You have this way of dropping me off delicious cliffs.

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