I perch on the front edge of the raised day-bed.
A melting mauvy rippled sea like gravy just beginning to cast a skin – lukewarm – the summer seeping away. Skies like a beginner’s watercolour: tentative grey washes, cool and watery, with blinks of sunshine.
The sea right in – a manufactured deeper turquoise – seen through perspex at the window’s ledge.
a space to bring myself into
a blank canvas
a spiritual place