WHAT I WISH FOR
I stand in my usual spot, beneath where the blue tit sings. The almost white branches of the walnut tree are leafless and I can see the little bird. It is my upbeat dawn rhythm. I am on my way to our old...
I stand in my usual spot, beneath where the blue tit sings. The almost white branches of the walnut tree are leafless and I can see the little bird. It is my upbeat dawn rhythm. I am on my way to our old...