Today has been odd. I've been acutely aware of the temperature and barometric pressure rising and falling. It's a sign there's worse weather to come, the winds are up, and nothing seems to want to settle. I found it hard to focus intently on a moment today, too many ideas whizzing round. My usual walk was a bit less tranquil. In fact, there's my small stone right there...! Here goes...
'A myriad of thoughts in my washing-machine brain: Is he watching his dog?/my fingers are cold/that aerial's broken/what work do we do on the house/police helicopter noise/there's a squirrel....I churn thoughts, then drop them like hot coals for: 'did I take anything out for tea?'
'Bowl-sized mushrooms, with frayed edges. Dark, inky underside, striped like a jet's engine...'
'ten minutes more, second alarm, springy pillow warmth, in my duvet cocoon, feeling weightless. Bob breathing softly, dog curled up, silence, third alarm....just ten minutes more...hit snooze'