I feel like the title to this post could be read by the voice from the old Hannah Barbara cartoons, you know the ones with wacky races or danger mouse and the commentator who says, ‘will our protagonist save the day or will he become the next pudding’? There’s no race here though, but the …
On my morning run I pause to look out over the scene and see the regularity of the tide, slowly coming in, going out. Like breath it is constant and in the moment, its change is undetectable. It is only when we pay close attention that we see the water creep up one micro-bubble at …
light & morning* I stir in my bed, hear the sound of a car engine – neighbour is off to work. I am warm and comfortable. Through the crack between the curtains, the sun pours light against the wall. Soon I’ll go for my morning run, but first maybe a glance at the world? I …