What put the ‘w’ in ‘whole’?
That’s the kind of nonsensical self-talk I get when I rise up in the predawn. Stoke the stove, shake on the clothes, fill the kettle and head out to welcome the day and ‘water the horses’. This day, we were to get triply warm. A large, bright, blazing promise built the night before. It took with the first match….
Cup of Tea. Porridge with my lover. Flickering flame chasing, sucked skyward; sun-rising and an atmosphere descending, seemingly sucked down as the flames tickle the heavens. Aye, it can be pretty poetic before 7am when you’ve woken up in a tent.