Gurgle of the stream in my left ear, titmice in my right. The crunch of gravel as my dad’s Honda pulls up, silvery blue as new ice.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Gurgle of the stream in my left ear, titmice in my right. The crunch of gravel as my dad’s Honda pulls up, silvery blue as new ice.
Gurgle and crunch – great sounds. Car the colour of ice! Nice one.
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