A quiet start to a Sunday, with early grey tea and the back door open. I will mark dissertations in the morning, gather groceries and once the garden dries out I will sit and strum this guitar in the fresh air. Yesterday's football win has already past. The boys (men actually - Dan being one of the youngest in the team) were all delighted and it was good to be part of the event, getting them organised, and making the changes when necessary. Its a simple life really, full of little events, and indeed full to the brim but simple. Of course that doesn't mean the heart has stopped beating, I can still read Emily Dickinson:
WILD nights! Wild nights!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
Where did you go on that big black night? Did you take the coast road back through your life?
