Brioche

Sat through a series of meetings in the fortress at which you said not one word. Theoretically still in listening and learning mode, biding your time. Not stupefied and confused. Heavens no.

Pedalled away at 4.30pm. Soon barefoot in the backyard with the kids while their ma baked brioche.

Fired up the desktop PC for the first time since the move and got online TV feed through to the big flatscreen. Commander Sun books and files in a mound, ready for the shelves. Feels like the final phase after many months of relocation.

 

Suspension bridge

its wooden deck softly bucks

beneath your feet

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