Early mornings with the singing birds, Starbucks soya lattes, work, a rainy commute home, an evening watching the raindrops trickle down our chapel windows, and then the weekend arrives – full of Krispy Kreme treats and a Sunday walk to say ‘hello’ to the horses.
I haven’t got time to think any more. I don’t know whether that’s a good thing, or a bad thing.
I used to take time for granted. I miss time, I miss having time to just sit still and be.