Monday

[squirmelia]

It was Monday morning and I saw a flock of balloons in a tree. Brightly coloured. This was how the week started.

I went to see the Asgill House Copper Beech, but it was winter and the tree had no copper coloured leaves on it. A pair of glasses laid on the ground nearby. The Maids of Honour Stone Pine, tall and evergreen, was located a few streets away, so I saw that too.

I ran out of glue that afternoon, after the fourth participant of the day, who thought at first that the glue stick was lipstick.

On the way home, the path sparkled just slightly, and another pair of abandoned glasses was sighted on the bridge. That evening, there was laughter, lentils and raspberry jelly.