The play in this playground lives by the clock of a faceless caretaker and today he has not come. There’s a fresh chill in the morning air matched by the sharpness of the sun shining down on the apparatus. A perfect crisp air ripe for the screams, laughter and breathless running from swing to post. But no one gets to play today.
Day 100 #100happydays: Capture. Write. Publish.
I can't leave it at 59,586 words, can I?!
An update on Aubrey and Daddy - a Hi success story perhaps?
Day 94 #100happydays: Men at work
Day 93 #100happydays: Final week
I will miss the elegance of this place
Day 92 #100happydays: Shiny
Day 89 #100happydays: Fast cars
Day 88 #100happydays: Brambling