It's been a long week waiting for the train train quotidien of life to kick to heel, gather the rhythm and continue the dance.  


My boy flies back to a Biden security ring and my Da, who always had wings, is sat alone in his room.

I put Gab's wee plane on the globe and wish him well. 

We're still waiting for the swallows, but the frogs are in the canal.

You win some, you lose some.