160. St. John’s in the Vale.

perfect little spheres of water on grass delight my eyes & barefoot skin as I blink myself awake & stretch. The little blue camping stove greets me with a cheery “pop” and with the same match I light my first ciggie of the day & inhale a wisp of undiluted heaven. a couple of cups wait there as bubbles slowly form and burst. It’s going to be a scorcher – blue sky, no clouds, no breeze, no faces to muddy my moment at 06.46, only a thin vertical column of blue from the cottage beyond making it’s way skyward unimpeded tell’s me that I’m not the first and a premonition of smoky bacon sizzling somewhere, anticipated here. Someone’s stirring inside and a cuppa’s stirring out here. Another wisp of heaven drawn. Good morning, morning.