Becky

Fire dances, flames deftly move. The night presses it's cold hand on the back of my neck. I move closer, watch spellbound as memories burn. #vss365

Beneath blue skies the trees are still bare, as daffodils bloom in the garden. A cat sits on the trampoline, basking in the sun. I long for a day of lethargy. To sit for hours, do what I please, no timetable, no commitments. Just the breeze and the scent of possibility.
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The doctors drip-feed light back into you. How slowly the darkness fades. I look at your ashen face and see the dusk clearing from your eyes.

At the limits of the dog’s bark; at the blurred edge of the rainfall; at the point where the lark vanishes in the sky: I’ll meet you there.

I like photos. I like things. A few cool photos of things from a recent trip up to Alnwick.

Soft focus, sunrises slowly. Cateract like fog begins to lift. The sky floating. Falling in bursts of colour. Birds swoop and soars. Upwards. Onwards. Through. Another day.

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Sipping tea, watching the sun fade. A shadow skips, timid in the evening light. Flits through the room. A swallow soaring, a cloud drifting, a laugh that crackles. A memory suddenly free.
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The month is coming to an end. The last days of February thawing out. I walk the orbital route around the reservoir. Pass the snowdrops, the crocus, the first signs of Spring. Watch reflections shimmer, a smile just below the surface. #vss365

First cup of tea: the sun rises, stylishly.

Old lady cat. Think she's 17 now. Maybe even 18.

February morning. An enchanted light falls through the window. Playful, bright, full of hope. For a better day.
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Good door...

In each room. I look for you. Not you, but pieces of who you once were. Watch for the shadows, the reflections, the miniscule moments. The ripples of a life. Left behind. #vss365

First cup of tea: this, I really have to say, is the life.

February sun bright today, a faint kiss of frost on the window. Snowdrops blossom in the garden, a robin hops along the broken fence. I hold onto my tea, soak in the light. Breathe in warmer days.
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I pick up cups, move laundry, run my hand over the kitchen surfaces. Touch the echoes of where you once were. Think of all the little things we won't do again.
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Rain falls. Mud slips. The scent of moss fills the woods. I reach for the next branch, the wood moans, aches. Bends under my weight. My heart skips. I keep climbing. Up and up. Through the canopy. Break through. As birds fly. Soaring into the light.
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The rain has finally stopped. A scent in the air. A memory in each puddle. A pale light through the clouds. Pushing back the grey. I breathe in the morning. Fill my lungs with the day. #vss365

The absence of you, a wound that won't heal. A cut that still stings.
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Excited to have booked some events for this year's festival. @yorklitfest.bsky.social

Very pleased with my new Lego friends...

We know. It's coming. It's nearly done. We're on the cusp of the end. We talk slower, hold each other lighter, forget to make it matter. Anymore.
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As light pours in, I see the room change. Sun casts, shadows move, mesmerised I watch as patterns form, pictures dance, you slip into my mind. Like a familiar hand. Entwined. #vss365

In kitchen cupboards they lie. Books I haven't opened in years. In-between the pages, a hand written recipe for your Lemon drizzle cake. I lick my lips, swallow, and taste the sweetness of yesterday.
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Colour missing from the garden. Pencil lines, like a charcoal sketch of what used to be. Bare branches bend and stretch to the sky. Reaching out to touch something, anything. Grasping for hope. This day.
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I think back to when we were young. Running through empty houses, dancing in dapples of light, making claim to rooms that weren't yet ours. I think of you, as the rain pours, the windows stream, as the grey fills my day.
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You tell me the news. And I can't breathe, can't take it in. Stare at the wall, straighten the wonky picture, the colours once bright now faded.
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I listen for you
In the songs that I hear, the
notes that play between
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Tucked up in a corner of the cafe, plants at the window, rain falling down. I love the kooky pictures, the blankets in the bay seat, the warmth of the coffee on a cold, miserable day. I feel like me, as I sit here. Even for an hour. Just a little time. To finally be.
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Frost on a blade of grass. The skies like a spilled pallet of paint. A bird sits on the fence. The world glimmers with hope. An unmissable morning. Another January that you didn't see.
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