A random moment involving one cat, a red door and my morning walk. Which evolved into a poem from a wannabe poet.
Sitting with the Squire by the duck pond, there was not too much dialogue happening; we were immersing ourselves in what was happening around us.
As we sit in our temporary abode here in Auckland gazing outside on an early spring morning, I'm reminiscing about our coffee dates with the sun on the balcony back home.
When a Haematology Specialist uses excellent within their first sentence when reviewing your status, you know that today is a winner, and I also get to use the F-word followed by a yes.
What's not to like about being out in the fresh air and enjoying art?