Rainy Bank Holiday

I don’t know what it was like where you were on bank holiday, but where I was, it wasn’t particularly fab – damp, mizzled and rainy.   I ran away for a few days to get away from the pressure of being inside my own head to write in someone else’s attic, with only an over sized Lindt rabbit for company, (that I couldn’t unfortunately, eat.)

This end of the week the weather is much better. Though I’m not sure I am.  Think I felt happier in the rain. It felt more honest somehow, more me. Like the song:

White Lies: From The Stars


“He catches raindrops from his window

It reminds him how we fall

From the stars back to our cities

Where we’ve never felt so small…”

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