June 18, 2012
I've opened the drapes, and made some tea. There is a faint smell of sewage from the inefficient drains. I burrow my bare feet into the warmth of his side. He's sitting opposite me on the sofa, blinking in a dozy way. A grand sweep of darkness is arriving from over the hills, all blue now with imminent rain. The wind is strong, and the boat jerks hard straining the moorings. The dark blue wing of the cloud draws nearer, and in the brilliant sunshine each blade of grass trembles, golden and heavy with seed, outlined against the dramatic horizon.