Do toes remember sunshine? Do they wake up each morning & say, whilst half-asleep & under layers of duvet, remember that summer of sun & sea & salt on our skin? Do they long for the heat & warmth & light that seeps gradually, irresistibly, into sinews & bones? Do they say, enough of socks … Continue reading Sunshine Toes
my writing is slow he is outside working hard not quite Diet Coke hot but still the apple tree is gone the sandpit vanished the patio of stones now a southern facing dream replenished.