Chimes sing...

Chimes sing Sunday morn
Today’s the day she’s sworn
To steal what she could never own
And race from this hole she calls home

I bought this picture not that long after moving here. It rang true to me at the time as I felt a bit like the girl in the picture, wandering the urban streets on my own. Not much to do and nowhere particular to go. Tonight I ran the same grey, industrial streets, in my reflective jacket but I wasn’t racing from “this hole” I call home, as it is anything but a hole. I ran with joy and happiness.

Today I’m grateful for my good health.