...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Thursday, August 16
BBQ, chilly evening
Thomas the cat is trying to eat Anna's halloumi from her plate on the ground. I shout but he doesn't even put an ear back. The veggie sausages are ready. A glass of red wine is spilt. We melt marshmallows into sweet pink goo. The hills stretch out below us. The light drains away.