the day unfolding with the feeling of deja vu, slightly chillier once again but beyond the window the same dull clouds hang above the hills... a change of coffee, hazelnut flavoured, scenting the clearing fuzz, the morning spent in slight progression before the same cycle as yesterday, maybe a little later and done in reverse... one of those days which feel as if all inspiration has been slowly sucked out of it, when mopping the floor surges towards a desirable way to spend an hour... strange days indeed... the rabbit hole opening up beneath a tree, the memory of adventures which spun out from beneath its branches...