warm bread

The quiet Sundays are my favourites…there is no peace yet there is something in the drizzle that balances your sorrow on a marine blue thread.

With a movie running in the background I put the last beads in my cross stitch picture…almost done…work of over a year..though now I shall have a break…putting some garlic ciabatta bread in the oven and while waiting for the heat to infiltrate the bread crust I sit on my window sill…watching the rain coming down on the streets like a dream.

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