Good evening bloggys,
When the library closed I was at a bit of a loose end, I don't like to be walking about with the backpack or sitting anywhere because I get too stressed by people.
So I got the bus, I sometimes get this bus, down to the sea, this bus goes round the residential estates and that always makes me dream, wonder, what would it be like to be a person who lived in one of those cosy lighted up houses and not know anything else?
I get off at the sea, but it always hurts me, because I used to be out on the sea, and now it has been taken away from me, along with everything else.

I get back on the bus and dream my way back here. The sky starts out with a rainbow and a yellow sunset with blue winter storm clouds, then it goes orange and lilac and purple and yellow, it is an awesome sky.
I kind of know that I am home even though the bad memories are hurting me, there is some comfort among the misery.

There is no rain or snow forecast but wet stuff is falling from the sky, well that ruins my evening by the stove.