Calm

Brighton again. It took me a bit longer than I expected to get my stuff together in the morning. Living with Frank, I didn’t want to leave mess all over the place. A quick clear up. Then that familiar two hour drive. I’m here now. I can really feel the difference.

The window is open in the bedroom. This Indian Summer is still clinging on and I’m loving it. Just a counterpane for cover, and I’ll sleep beautifully. In London I’m on a main road and the noise is constant. I can tune the road out after a while of course, but here by the sea it is more peaceful and expansive, and the road is much less packed.

I’m here for the little cat of course, but it is always weird being here without Lou. Tessy is relieved to see me though. She was on her own last night. She just seems to prefer it knowing someone is there. I get that. There’s an empty bit of bed to my left. I’m not gonna see her until the end of the month.

Her energy is pervasive here though. It’s much earlier than I would normally be winding down, but the low light and soft furniture are both conducive to getting sleepy when the light goes, and Indian Summer or not it is still September. Every morning Bergman is covered in fallen leaves. The dark is closing in. The wheel is turning again. Before we even know it we will meet the cold again. Heaven help us all.

I’m gonna have a cup of chamomile tea, read for a while and pass out in the knowledge that the little cat will have me up with the dawn. I’m happy to be here. A few days of calm.