Sunday 8th March



Woke up in Essex 2:30am, bags & me left the bus for a taxi home,
that familiar bed feeling weird after nights on the road, the bunk
is my cocoon. Woke in time to see the sun kiss everything in sight,
Spring bursting out the ground, walked around, took unfamiliar
routes round town in a day-off state-of-mind.
Click, flick the switch, turn off the phone, I’m in, but until
tomorrow, nobody’s home.


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