25th March 2012

Dear Sunday Mornings,

I love to plump your pillows and sip hot tea while watching the quietness slowly stretch and scratch the sleep from its eyes.  My morning companions, a pen and notebook, ease me awake and encourage stories fresh from a rested subconscious.  The flow is at its greatest when there’s nowhere to go, no one to see.

I love the mystery of you; you won’t be defined – Are you the end of the week or the beginning?

jojobee




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