6.30 am.
Bright morning
Sky featureless and cloudless
Thought I had missed the sun
Put the kettle on, made the coffee

6.31 am.
Took a walk to the power lines
Saw the sun
Returned with gold inside my head

6.35 am.
In the kitchen
Drank the coffee

By nine, up there, cotton clouds are floating on blue

Diary. Gill McGrath today