Writing

Words.
Gradually, they fill up the page.
Then another. Then another.
I have a purpose.

Bubbles

Hot bath.
An hour of peace and quiet with no interruptions.
The luxury of it!
Accompanied by the chocolate voice of Danielle LaPorte whispering sweet inspirations in my ear.

Ripples

The car tears through the roadside puddle oblivious to the beauty of the sun glinting off the ripples in its wake.
The daisies nestling in the roadside grass get an impromptu shower.

Pre dawn

Not yet light.
The wind swirls hollow in the chimney.
My bed feels that little bit warmer.

Long time, no see...

Hello out there.....it's been a while.

2014. How did that happen? Life ticks inexorably on.

Anyways, Satya and Kaspa from www.writingourwayhome.com are running their small stone January again so after a couple of years off I thought it was high time I joined in again.

Here's my offering for today:

Fat pigeon trying to get into next door's small bird house.
Performing yoga stretches to reach the seed.