003. I can still breathe.
(morning thinking)
I can still breathe. For the moment. I can sit calm in this almost, this gentle nearly and soon.
This is, shortly to become, a regal sunrise. A dramatic eruption of gold will flow over East Lothian, pour over the horizon and spill into the Fourth taking my breath away. It will be glorious and breathtaking.Â
But I like the sky best right now.Â
Like this, I can still breathe. I can sit calm in this almost, this gentle nearly and soon.Â