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.
How a day goes
7 responses to “How a day goes”
Ah. I had that moment’s doubt as I wrote it. Now amended, thanks J.
Nice, on several levels. Except for kahawai…(sp) 🙂
OK, I’ll go with that definition of ‘freshly’. 😉
Hey Dorothee! This year we talk, okay? Lovely to know you’re here.
Prue, I dithered over it, but the fish was freshly caught, freshly smoked — still succulent.
You are letting me swim with you. Thanks for these lovely little posts
If the kawhai is smoked, can it still be described as fresh? (Adroitly dodges item thrown at head.)