My skin is summer brown. Not dark but lightly golden. I live in Scotland so our natural pallor is often A4 paper white, sometimes fresh and maybe freckly.
I have been enjoying the back bench for cups of coffee, mugs of tea and for doing paperwork, which is nowadays not often paper. I miss the tactile comfort of paper-paperwork and the reassurance of a neatly hole-punched and treasury tagged bundle. The back bench has allowed my skin to become summer brown.
After a very unexpected turbulent May and June, I feel much better. Much better.
I need a quiet life. A simple one. And it is now time that I move heaven and earth to get that. It will take some efforts - how bizarre that to get ‘simple’, work has to happen, but if that is the ultimate goal then the map will be reasonably clear to follow.
I feel calm. The airs are warm. My coffee is warm. I am learning not to dance to the beat of somebody else’s drum. And life feels that it is worth planning for.
Holding on can feel bone-rattlingly haunting but please do always hold on.
Thank you for reading and commenting these last weeks. It gave me a line to follow. I hope I might do the same for you one day.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.