Sunday
Up early, but not wanting to be
Awoken by the sound of small town activity
Old loud voices, stating long detailed explanations
Morning Coffee
Walk up the mountain with the dog and pretend you're still in the army
Push yourself
A warm day developing
Wary of snakes
And weak ligaments
Bone rubbing on bone
And also wary of laziness
Soft middle age
Wary of it and fighting it off like it's a dragon
Showered
Warm
Wondering if you'll die of a heart attack in the shower at some time in the future
Then afterwards, sitting in a cane chair on the lawn reading The Book Thief
An ivy hedge, warm breeze, green grass
Beer
Wearing a large ridiculous cane cowboy hat, skin browning, ageing, tanning, good leather
Grandson playing
Digging out the soil from an earthenware clay flower plot ‘looking for treasure’
Judging by his face he found it
Judging by my face judging his face I found it
Simple treasure and sweet
