Huff huff huff, pastry

Yesterday was a strange mixture of tension and nostalgia, and then I found a tax rebate in my post. So today I stole some time to myself.. I woke stealthily at 5am and had coffee and pastries in the park, and sunk into a new book. It was brilliant.
Then the joggers started streaming by and I began to feel shifty, sitting there eating a box of pastries and doodling like a five year old in the midst of their shining halos of exuberance.

I watch you regain your balance

  

If you head down to the Seven Sisters cliffs, after you walk up and over the Seventh Sister you'll come upon the Birling Gap. There's a cafe and a car park and it's pretty underwhelming seeing concrete and tyres again after the unspoilt green of the Sisters. But when it's windy it's one of the best places in the world! 

There's a little platform jutting out, with wooden steps leading down the cliff to the beach. At the top you can lean out into the wind, hang over the edge and fill your ears with the roar of the waves. It's like you're in the crow's nest of a ship. The waves churn below and the wind knocks the breath out of you.    

It looks like a calm tide tricking in on a sunny day, such are my photographic skills.. Those are big waves, honest. 

 Noise therapy. Wind therapy. It's good escapin the sprawl

I should be there but i'm here. Uh oh.

Sell me your fearlessness

I'll pay you a handsome price.  

 

We rest.

Take my hand, save what you're doing for tomorrow.

You won't take any more information in tonight.
Your eyes are glazing.

Kill all the electrical things.

Take your clothes off.

Grip the sink.
Brush.
Spit.
Rinse.
Wipe the grime from your face.
Grimace back at the mirror. 

Set your alarm clock
Beyond looming dates,
Beyond a heart that lurches
Like a snapping dog.

Sleep for a week. 

 Click off the light, drop
Your head onto the pillow.

It'll take the weight. 

 

Make me less grey

Tonight I get dressed up. 

But not as spectacularly as Bjork. 

I'd forgotten to listen to her songs for a few years. They remind me of places and people I haven't seen for so long.

We squint

Hello sun, hello cider.