I found it in the garden today and I hadn’t realised that it was lost.
It has been a forever twilight day, dank and uninviting. With feet dragging slightly and a lope of indifference, I went outside to do some necessary work, it was duty rather than desire. Within minutes it came over me, that old feeling. The one that sends us out into the garden in night-clothes and wellies before breakfast , the one that keeps us there until a head torch is necessary. And with this rediscovery came the thrill, the joy, the comfort.
This is dangerous, I thought, with a secret grin. This is great.