Under these lights my equator-sun tan makes me think of iodine.
While waiting for the water to boil
I noticed the knobs of fruit left clinging onto the otherwise desolate fig tree.
This third winter I've looked out of the kitchen window and wished the grey sky would clear.
This third winter I've stolen minutes from the 7.5 hours for which I'm paid to look beyond overgrowth.
It's the same every winter but
This third one I've summoned change rather than waited.
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I said there'd be change come the height of winter.
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I'll be packing again.
This time I'm buying a one-way ticket.
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I'm going with the heart.
I'll indulge myself.
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On being a tourist in my own home country
I will re-acquaint myself.
On reverting to public transport
I will use my elbow and stiletto heels.
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As you get older you tend to be more selective with the what-ifs that are worth subscribing to.
risk analysis - knowing what you can afford to lose
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