We lift our weary feet of a serious and much travailed Summer evening
It had taken to being quite radiant for us all, these sycamore tree shadows bouncing to dash and dive right by, to narrow our final path – home, always home with settling memories storing themselves in tantalised folklore mind
We will find a little time to rest and reserve ourselves again for one such roast dinner carrying with it mother’s finest shopping market excursion – mixed ingredients to deliciously match by calling time
And then it all rather begins to let itself make terrific, tasty kinds of sense – when we smile like we mean it