I find a lot of musings I've written - some amongst smudged pages in my sketchbooks, some scattered across different blogs I've used over the years - and the most frequent subjects are a) The Rain, and b) The Months of Autumn.
And here I am, in autumn, listening to the rain, breathing in that wet earth smell and soaking up the chilled breeze through my skin to my soul.
The fridge is humming, the tv's glowing softly and there's a pool of water threatening to spill in through the back door. Life is rarely this uncomplicated. But it has its moments, and they'll always come again.
The fridge is humming, the tv's glowing softly and there's a pool of water threatening to spill in through the back door. Life is rarely this uncomplicated. But it has its moments, and they'll always come again.
