Bad Moon Rising

evening all.

I'd had one of those days.

you all know the ones, too much to do, too little time, so I found myself doing a late night drive to Doncaster just before the witching hour.

As a little reward to myself I borrowed Mrs R's car and as it was a temperate evening, flipped the lid on it, popped on some mellow tunes to accompany me along the lonely roads, and ambled back on the seldom travelled routes.

By the time I was back, I was clearly chilly but very chilled, and the world had re-set itself to a calmer time and steadier hue..

lovely.

night all



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