In a hurry and late as ever, I steam swearily along the A21, bullying slower drivers out of my way. The weekend has been resolutely wet and grey but as I crest the hill, the clouds suddenly part to reveal sunshine. The road is illuminated and the autumn trees sing as I pass Gracious Lane. Gratitude hums along and I arrive with a smile.
Thursday, 12 February 2009
Gracious Lane
In a hurry and late as ever, I steam swearily along the A21, bullying slower drivers out of my way. The weekend has been resolutely wet and grey but as I crest the hill, the clouds suddenly part to reveal sunshine. The road is illuminated and the autumn trees sing as I pass Gracious Lane. Gratitude hums along and I arrive with a smile.
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You set a very nice scene, Puss. I know your interests don't run much to writing, but you still have a fine way with words...
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