007 Window seat

7 01 2012

A gentle summer breeze flutters across my skin

as I sit by the window in my favourite chair.
As the sun prepares to plop into the ocean again tonight,
it has lost its sting and caresses me softly.
A birdsong,
a distant car,
the floating breeze and
a warming touch.
I am alive.




2 responses

8 01 2012

Hi Louise
Thanks for visiting and commenting. Love this one – and also the recipe book. I have one just the same that brings my Mum back to life each time I flick through the dog-eared – and sticky – pages.

8 01 2012

Thanks AliB, yes the recipe book is a real treasure. 🙂

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