The full moon is high in the sky above my back garden, and a fox has just trotted along the pavement. I wish I could find the words to describe the moonlight tonight -- it's so clear, bright enough for the trees to cast shadows across the grass. But there is a cloud inside my head (the after-effect of a general anaesthetic), and my tongue is getting tangled, like my fingers on the keyboard.
Still, I'm glad to be here, in the moonlight, rather than behind the double-glazed windows of a hospital room. Now, back to bed...
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That sounds just beautiful, Justine. I am glad to hear you are at home recuperating (nothing serious, I hope) instead of in a hospital room (my father sometimes tells me about those blurred, drowsy, lost days after his surgery more than ten years ago, now, in the sterile dreariness of the hospital). I often look at that picture of your garden posted below the links on your blog and feel a twinge of envy for a stretch of lawn, a border of bright flowers...
I was letting the dog in at about 11.oopm the moonlight was amazing. And there's also something special about being back at home especially after a hospital procedure. As the saying goes "There's no place like home". I am sure you will be feeling back to your normal self very soon.
oh this is scaring me....... :)
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