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:
“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…”
