A memory echo'sflotilla of gulls fly down and hassle the single rook, he goes to the edge of your viewing.
not alone
onto your thoughts a slight smile appears on my lips.
the breeze feels fresh.
Wheel chair still feels heavy but l have rested.
Lake water reflects sunshine, noise is absent.
squirrel jumped across branches.
that was funny.
soon as we push uphill
we will be sat watching Big Bang theory and supping a cuppa
not alone
not confused
just tired
but fed up
not hungry
enjoyed the break
ready to be with others
had no calls
little interruption
soon be home
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