Creative
Chicken
It was too quiet. I didn’t like it. As if a stopper had been pulled out on the whole world, and like a beach ball it was collapsing in on itself, breathless, with gaudy colours blending into one another and fading. There were none of the gentle hums of the morning I knew from Shropshire. […]
An Ode to Existence
The regal walls of the inner courtyard seem to act as a sort of belvedere; trapping the falling snow in the open sided horseshoe for all to delight in. It is slow-motion and the epitome of all that is grace and beauty.
