A poem by Neil Bates caught my recent mood…
Saturday Night, Dreaming of a Holiday
It’s Saturday night
I’m staying in again.
Outside my window
it’s starting to rain.
I close my eyes and imagine
I am in a different space,
Far away from this winter
in an endlessly hot place.
Serene
Next week at this time, I’ll be getting ready to get on a plane, and escape to London UK for a week. I’ve never needed this respite more…
