The day begins with sleeping in,
unless of course, there’s something on.
Snuggled up beneath feathers warm,
the winter’s day looks all forlorn.
Till fragments flit of last nights dream,
I rush to capture it on screen.
Memories scarper down the drain,
Temptation lurks, though from bed refrain.
Showering is a time of bliss,
Fruit, toast, prepared with coffee hiss.
Feed the fish and walk the dog,
Begin to think about my blog.
Write and read till hunger calls,
A sugo swift and pasta boils.
Again we start our meal with fruit,
keeps us primed and well to boot.
Weather fine, the garden calls.
Millie the dog brings her balls.
Weed and trim and plant some seeds
Epsom salts satiate citrus trees.
This belated autumn chore
brings fruit a plenty we adore.
Time has become an illusive thing,
as memory fades, fancies bring,
The mind plays tricks, that can be fun,
the day is gone before it’s begun.
Rare Medium: Describe a typical day in your life but do it in a medium you rarely use… Ben Huberman