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Monday, 20 October 2014

It is warm

A light touch of sunshine.

Cold air.
Cold floors.

A hot-water bottle
in a snug and soft blanket.

The warmth that can only be felt
this time of year when it is not a heating season,  

that spreads 
softly and placidly
from body to mind,
from mind to the air.

Brightly and clearly.

eyes   .   .   .  
become closed.  

Small changes being felt

that balance themselves 
by coming in and going out.