29 September 2012
The only sign of life today is water on my window pane it drips and drips like time gone by...
Overhead a magpie flies Swooping along, ‘to’ and ‘fro’ just like my thoughts; aimlessly thrown on this sheet of paper
Sometimes I feel like flying away Soaring freely, among the foray or migrating to warmer climates and dancing in the wind like a murmuration
Down In Dublin • Opuss № I