time stops in winter
we find it manageably quiet.
today we drives to conwy busy
with people making holidays
yet i cannot find it easy.
i buys the trousers i have wanted for such a long time
from the pound rail.
look at cakes as is my hobby.
talk about angels and return home.
apart from the men laying tarmacadam opposite.
it smells nice as does the creosote from yesterday.
while the music plays softly.