How a day goes
Walked into the sunrise.
Read half a manuscript. Strong and unsettling.
Swam at the next bay with the girl who laughs in water.
Joined the Great Northern Library.
The neighbour handed fresh, smoked kawhai over the fence. Kedgeree coming up.
April 24th, 2014 at 4:22 pm
Ah. I had that moment’s doubt as I wrote it. Now amended, thanks J.
April 24th, 2014 at 12:23 pm
Nice, on several levels. Except for kahawai…(sp) 🙂
April 24th, 2014 at 10:07 am
OK, I’ll go with that definition of ‘freshly’. 😉
April 24th, 2014 at 6:46 am
Hey Dorothee! This year we talk, okay? Lovely to know you’re here.
April 24th, 2014 at 6:44 am
Prue, I dithered over it, but the fish was freshly caught, freshly smoked — still succulent.
April 24th, 2014 at 12:38 am
You are letting me swim with you. Thanks for these lovely little posts
April 23rd, 2014 at 10:09 pm
If the kawhai is smoked, can it still be described as fresh? (Adroitly dodges item thrown at head.)