Imagine someone snipping off days, months and years
Like a barber
Split ends swept away

This is your new look

It was not a rejection, or neglection of what went before
This is supposed to help you feel good
A makeover

So what if the foundation isn’t perfect?
That is what concealer is for

Outline the best features and blend the rest

When we talk about natural beauty we mean beauty that can pass as natural
Rather than appreciation of the raw state

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