The light outside shielded by fabric, drapes, muted. Soft and gentle inhales. The piano and songs about snow.
A small pink lantern looking better on that stall in Bombay.
Coral harmony creeping effortlessly from technology while they work away, painting, filing, i stay horizontal.
All days are different but flat connects one to the next. Siesta?
Nothing apart from a few clothes, a pottery dalmatian, breath and memories. New ones in the making.
A quiet Friday listening to songs about snow.