REFLECTIONS

 

REFLECTIONS

Looking out of this window I imagine I'm twenty again in my first flat, swallowing tears and trying not to admit I’m homesick to Dad, who's fixing my shelves. Wish he was here now.

Yesterday’s window was open to Mediterranean air, the click of cicadas, kitchen sounds of Mum cooking pasta.

Tomorrow – who knows? Anywhere other than here.

I never imagined I'd be spending Christmas stuck in a bleak hotel room overlooking a foreign street, no-one to see but masked strangers.

Damned Covid!

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A sad story for a rainy photo - thanks Rochelle!

If you'd like to read a bit of satirical verse, scroll down to Tuesday 6th on my blog. Feel free to comment on either this or that.