‘His sleep is so light it’s some smallness of sleep,
some rumour of sleep.’
From ‘Fourth of July Creek’
by Smith Henderson
You know the kind of night Henderson describes above? We all do, right? Nights like that can leave you feeling very fragile.
I don’t have any solutions, except to remember that sometimes the only thing you can do when you’re feeling fragile yourself is to seek solace in the fragile things all about you:
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Lots of nights are like that these days, alas. I like “rumour of sleep” – an apt description.
Pretty flower!
Thanks, Eliza. It was on a bush in the neighbourhood. No idea what it was but it brightened an otherwise grey, exhausted day 🙂