Wednesday, April 07, 2010
broken, 6.55, showers
As the spirit leaves it, the bottle scatters the shards of an illusion.
Odd how I nearly always seem to open my eyes at the same time in the morning. This is regardless of the amount of light in the room. It has something to do, I suspect, with a timing device in my head. For several years, waking time (or rather eye-opening time, for I am usually awake before doing anything about it), showed on my bedside clock as 7.20. In the last few weeks it has changed to 6.55. I rather like this moment of full consciousness, containing as it does springs of anticipation and hope.
There is a bath and shower shop called Ripple in the modern building at the end of The Pantiles. As I pass it this afternoon I see a notice in the window which proclaims "April Shower Sale".