Gave A Little Heart Out

I'm getting that feeling in my bones again. That

                                                                          quite

                                                                                      beautiful

                                                                                                         feeling.

Stirrings within/without. 

A silent bird comes and sits on the sill. I feed it a stoned cherry. It seems happy.

After a toe blistering morning of postering our upcoming show, Feed The Birds held a lunchtime meeting in a warm park. The grass sat still beneath a light shawl of crispy, crunchy golden leaves. There was a definite Autumn sweep touching our shoulders. I let my apple sit in my bag, sipped tea and picked the salt beef out of the over buttered bread.  

Nothing and absolutely everything makes sense. I am full to brim of my usual cliches. I can't be bothered to hide them.

The evenings are setting thickly. Darkness tiptoes in...an inch earlier each night. 

We went to bed at five a.m the other night/morning.

I gave a little heart out as the morning acted like the moonshine against the curtains.

I just keep the steps going, one, two, one.