Roseland

One of the joys of N’s new full-time, permanent job is the renewed sanctity of our weekends.


No more flexible, we can go anytime … and then not going.


Making the most of the day, from dawn to dusk.

Stretching the petrol and my creaky joints.


Just being together.


Not really doing … being.


Remembering that somehow … this is our home.


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2 responses to “Roseland”

  1. Nicole Broadhurst

    Beautiful post – elegiac somehow.

    1. Ach, the agony of time’s arrow.

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