Child’s play
During the night or behind a cloud the sunshine had changed colour, and now as it shone all over me it launched cascades of contemplation, pleasant images flashing like fireworks as it smashed into my closed eyelids. Bang, bang, bang and involuntarily I was carried off, launched headlong down a fast-flowing river of rediscovered hopes. Whole new vistas came into view with those gold rays. Don’t even know what I’d been thinking about before, but with the warmth came a bigger picture, new horizons, thoughts of escape.
We’ll do a week in Bournemouth. We’ll go to Scotland, Japan maybe, the whole world: all this unfolding quicker than a dream in a sleeping corner of my mind waking with that first kiss of 2009 vintage sunshine. What a wonderful thing a fair day in February is, the most perfect kind of perfect day.
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