three o'clock - the small wee hours, what wakes me up?
night sweats...
nothing quite like them, waking up soaked and freezing. i wonder if they run in families? some small genetic imperfection? mine started with a vengeance in my thirties and to this day they creep up on me on the odd occassion.
i spotted the fox yesterday, sitting on the bank next to the railway line, catching the last warmth of the days sunshine. i love seeing the fox, especially in summer when the line is hidden from sight by the leaf clothed trees which grow beside it. sighting the fox under summer conditions is a perfect fluke, i have to be looking out from my kitchen window at the precise moment he/she pads past the exact spot which is not hidden from my eyes by summer's leafy, green glory.
Day Four
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This is the bed Glen and I are sleeping on here at the Cabana House. I do
believe it is a double bed and I realize that most couples used to sleep on
do...
1 day ago
