The sun broke through the sheer. She squints to see vividly. Trying to see through the glare.
She stands lifting her limbs over her head, scratching the sky. Oh Great Spirit.
The breadcrust crumbs off as she smears the warm margarine, now the jelly.
The seas rumble in the distance, through the backyard of trees. She stand up towards the window. She watches the willow branches and the vines that scurry along the home’s outside walls.
She releases the moment and she sits backs down.
Now for a cup of tea.