Sunday, March 21, 2010

A small room above a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.

This afternoon I changed the sheets. They had been on the line since daybreak, drying in the morning sun. As I took them down I could smell the neighbour's daphne, and could hardly wait for bed.

2 comments:

  1. Go to bed, that is. You made it sound so inviting.

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