Morning kitchen – clock-tickingly quiet, warm, ordered, welcoming. Full of possibilities…
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Third stone – little treasures
They’re just ‘stuff’ really. On the windowsill. The crystal one, a birthday present would catch the light – if the sun ever comes back. The antique porcelain was a gift from a friend when I was quite ill. The tall pewter one is another birthday offering. There’s the fabric one that I bought myself at Edinburgh zoo and finally there are the South African china one – a souvenir from Boulders beach – and the little resin pygmy one from Tasmania. Yeah, just stuff – but my penguins mean a lot to me.
Pebble 2 in the Stone River
I gaze at the momentarily blue sky, into the ultra-violet infinity. Clouds, the only markers of now and then. A lone goose flaps frantically through the oblivious ether – reminding me of me.