End of a perfect day or 3
The world seemed to have forgotten about us . No visitors, nobody asking us to go anywhere . No reason to get dressed .
I close my eyes and see piles of weeds and the reconstructed rockeries and rills .
Had to put clothes on by 3pm and heating on at 5, turned off now . Mild night , Cicadas singing optimistic love songs .
Alas we have to amble into the village tomorrow, first time for a fortnight .. things to do, people to see .