We lock the windows at night.
Obviously,
for security.
When I come downstairs
in the heat of these
summer mornings the first thing I do
is fling them open wide.
And the kitchen door, it leads out to our garden.
Our lovely garden.
My safe place.
Away from the choking heat of the hospital.
The cars sweeping
to work on burning asphalt.
Now, in the still coolness of the evening,
I 'm there.
Listening,
to the ghosts of car horns,
brakes,
the birds,
getting ready for bed.
Todays photo of the daisies, in my garden.
Taken by me, today.
