the sun looked in today lit up the golden trees like lamps, splashing bright against the white- washed walls of the cottage opposite the walk was warm: 20 degrees in October a single rogue day it would not last I curled around my past and nursed my pains: no good sleep last night no gains today hot tea I need to sweeten and some toast to settle my insides, I shy away from company stay away from the limelight, cradle silence remember themnext poem