Wave goodbye

Well, the other shoe(s) dropped: Snowy's pretty sick. We wanted to take her to the vet last night, but the clinic wasn't open. I hope whatever she's going through won't be a major problem.

There's other news, but not much point in putting them in words. By now, I should be resilient enough to ride the storm out.

I have milk in the fridge, books on my bedside table, friends to see; I have a window that opens to a tree-lined sky (I'll ignore the few ugly roofs); my sleep is deep and restful, and long if I need it to be; I'm cleaning and mending my bike, and I'm heading out to the beach where the sea is a shocking blue-green in this relentless sun, where the waves shatter endlessly like dreams and glass.

Swimming, by Shelley Short