Take me back to an English summer day
On green grass watching farmers stacking hay
The long evening daylight stretching ahead
Small fishes dashing along the clear riverbed
Walking through long beaten forest tracks
No more than a T-shirt needed on our backs
Running down pebble beaches to the sea
These are all things that have made me me
What now are the pleasures of the day?
Can we go home to relive the games we play?
My memories tricking me with a nostalgic dream
Yet still, I return to all those places I’ve been
Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful to have all the things or access to all the things that I would like. The ability to do things as and when I please. I am so lucky, perhaps too lucky, it feels sometimes.
Really odd feeling when driving to work this morning. I was having some dark thoughts but instead of feeling them, I was just observing them. I have kinda felt that before but this time it was really apparent. Maybe it was the pending visit to immigration!
A quick coffee hit the spot and immigration was a breeze thankfully. I have to drive home after school and then we come back into the city to pay respect to Amy’s auntie. I’m not sure what that means but having a phone will be useful.
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