The scientific reason is something like
Supercooled fog on a windward-facing stone
But, who cares, I’m home

The breeze at dusk
A courtyard
Candlelight on a table for two

Rosy cheeks
Crunchy leaves
Kicking off your shoes

Wandering in Flanders
A brass band
Going home early

P o w e r  o n

O p e n
U p d a t e
C o n f i r m

E n t e r
N e w  c o n t e n t  w i l l  s h o w  i n  t w e n t y  m i n u t e s

R e p l y

T h i s  i s  j u s t  a  F Y I

N o
R e f r e s h  y o u r  b r o w s e r

A c c e p t  a  m e e t i n g
A t t e n d  a  m e e t i n g
M i n u t e  a  m e e t i n g

C o u n t d o w n  u n t i l  2 0 2 2
Q u a l i f i c a t i o n  c o m p l e t e

C l o c k  o u t  o n e  l a s t  t i m e

Sundays are our time
We lay, crossed limbed
I smile at your chuckle
The crosswords have become a celebration

I inhale your scent
And your fingers graze the small of my back
We talk
For these moments I forget all else

I wish everyday was this
I watch you when you are not looking
Gleeful reactions to the morning
The window outlining your awe

My teacup is full
My chest expands and outside noise fades
A fresh breeze
Pricks my eyes

The saying about getting up on
The right side of the bed
Often made me wonder if there is
A right side of my head

What would that be like?
A day with less noise
Filtering out thoughts
Would I feel joy?

The truth is I cannot imagine
A time without struggle
Or a night without shrieks
Life outside my bubble

It’s impossible to picture
A serene version of me
Although I surround myself with peace
It’s something I cannot be

My fluctuating moods
Knock me off my feet
But they also make me feel alive
They are part of what make me complete