These days, it’s still quite dark when I leave the house in the morning. I hate it. I hate the weird time that can’t decide what it is. Dusk or dawn? Day? Night? Who knows! (My body and brain certainly don’t.) Despite the wildfires in August, I miss summer. I always miss it, but theContinue reading “Light”
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eleven months
just one day is all I ask, to flit and flutter, freefrom the everydaytasks that have cluttered the pasteleven months of masks and Have you washed your hands? andtemperature checks. You’re good to go – have fun. everything is strange in the New Normal and we march across the pool deckgoggles and suits in whiteContinue reading “eleven months”
Sonia Nicholson 