The realisation that it used to be dark at this time as the light now claims its ground,
The memory-rousing song in the background drawing familiarity to the foreground,
The comforting phrase “I missed you,”
The sun peeping through the trees as I move past them - nature’s morse code calling me in,
The silhouette of my dog braced to greet me euphorically,
The moment of softening when my body recognises I’ve changed into my ‘comfy clothes,’
The tender and timely words “cup of tea?”
The knowledge that tomorrow is a spacious, low-schedule day,
The quiet comforts of ordinary life,
The gloriously ordinary…
The glordinary
© Ange Disbury
