I don't really need much to be happy. Or at least content. Work done mid way through a Thursday afternoon. A couple of good lessons taught. Paperwork done. Newcastle cold. But out there. Beyond the window frams. The days lengthening. Assuming their natural shape.
A large mug of tea in front of me and a bar of chocolate. No immediate money worries. A Melanie album on the stereo. It feels like she's barefoot in my living room. She takes possession of songs . Inhabits them . Drags them into her carefree realm. She has a sense of genuine freedom about her. Comes from a time when you sense that they didn't agonise about being free. Just assumed freedom... .
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