THE PROMISE OF MORE:
Riding bikes between the back of fields. Fresh black-top snakes,
the hiss of tires rolling down their wet backs & the curve of crisp
gutter white lines. The blood pumps, the sting of steaming shower
water & the light of a bright Autumn sun. The gift of an extra hour
as we pick blackberries for porridge time. Plugged back into the
lap top at the kitchen table, re-drafting the book, Keith Richards
on Desert Island Discs.