Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Up the road, afternoon
Tom comes too, we walk briskly. The air is like a glass of water, the low sunlight gleams off slate roofs in the distance. We reach home before the rain.
1 comment:
'The air is like a glass or water'
I liked that :-)
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