The kitchen has a hum. A big fridge which may be beginning to show its age. The hum annoyed me, I like peace (and loud concerts strangely), but now I like the hum. It has become a friend in its own right.
It’s been a day. The rough bits have been like two grazed knees from hot summer-dry tarmac. And the good bits have been like somebody applying pepper-pot glitter shakes.
So there we have life in essence. It can go from grazed knees to glitter hints in a breath.
We never quite know what we’ll get. But by that very statement, we can live more solidly. It is where I’ve found the most freedom from the switchblades of depression.
The room above the garage
A Moodscope member.