Some Days

By Euphemist

Rock, Sea, Muse, Sick.

I have come down with a cold, just a cold, a head cold but with a bit of a cough.

Only a cold, but I feel as though I've been pole-axed.

I can't get warm, and after being outside at work for much of the day, don't see any prospect of being warm outside of bed.

I stopped, very briefly, at the harbour for a couple of photos before home. These gulls circling the rocks and riding the strong easterly wind, caught my eye. I think they were preparing for bedtime.

I didn't notice the two shags already there, but if you have a large enough screen you should be able to spot them in large.

And now me and my paracetamol mixture are going to bed.

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