The planes and the birds make it sound like summer
The sun on my face feels like summer
But the ground freezing my feet reminds me of frost barely two hours gone.
There’s a feel I call the Southwark feel
A feeling in the air.
Or so it seems.
Perhaps the feel’s in me?
I feel tension drain away
Tension I didn’t know was there
And become aware of little things
Aware of being, now.
A cockerel crows
He doesn’t care
That sun is past it’s height.
Little sounds are so intense
They emphasise the quiet between.
Moments like this
I know that heaven’s found it’s way to earth
Half an hour in time
A moment for all eternity.
Yes, I sat outside for lunch and took my notebook with me!
Rosalie Squires 
Glad you sat outside and took your notebook.
😉
Niiice!
If I sat outside with my notebook today – I would have turned into an ice-pop 😀
Well, I did take a blanket to put on the stone seat as might have frozen to it otherwise! But the sunshine was wonderful.
I cheated. I left my notebook outside – while I sat in front of the fire!
And when you ventured out to pick it up, had it been written in?
No – though a little bird had left a message! 🙂
Well, there must be a start of a story in that!