Tuesday, 7 September 2010

September Morn

Waking with cold ears, cold tiles, cold toilet seats... just some of the subjects Neil Diamond could have sung about in September Morn. Living in hot countries so long I had forgotten such important minutiae of UK autumn living. 2nd night jet lag also meant that there was no treefrog/cicada orchestra to mask odd noises and woo me to sleep at 3am. Just the deafening english countryside silence, with intriguing feral taps and rustles to pique your curiosity... at 3am. Im typing this under covers, trying to work up the warmth for the bathroom run. How quickly you forget when it's no longer part of daily routine, eh?

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