Wednesday, December 26, 2018


A small room behind 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.

At my window is a sill, an apron, a sash and glass, amongst other parts. Even before looking out a window we are faced with the names that make it so.

Behind me, on my table, are piles of books that need to be cleared. The days between Xmas and New Year's are magical, timeless days that I have come to cherish. When not watching the films of David Lean (Lawrence of Arabia, Dr Zhivago and Ryan's Daughter, in that order), I make cards for those who have sent me gifts.

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