The morning sunlight patterns the walls around me as it pierces through the blind. The Persiana. Daylight has arrived. A kaleidoscopic mural making staccato spots on the plain white walls. Though the yellow-white light barely disguises the coldness outside. The house is empty. Just. The chain rattling through the gate´s bars the clue that I am alone. It is a birthday. I have to get up. And I have barely enough time to do what I have to do.
I would pay cash money to see you leap like a gazelle
A master piece as ever !!👏…….
Happy Birthday again to you know who 😉xx