bobdubbloon

The Air Changes

20:03:58 09 Mar, 2025

It is cool. Tendrils of chill, predawn breeze caress my skin in the silvery-grey twilight. Muted pastels swirl across my blurry retina, serenaded by the sporadic, intermittent, piercing cries of the vanguard of the dawn chorus in the shimmering silver light. I close my eyes against the world... And then I open them, pick up a pen - the gong sounds. The sun is warm on my skin. Dawn, golden and green, spreads before my feet. The glorious blue archway of heaven presides over the busy hum - chattering birds, purring cats, aeroplane, tractor... And there are dishes to be done. #Ottoken