Sleep

It’s 12.27 am.
I’m sat in a chair next to a patient 
I’m waiting for them to fall asleep.
They asked if I could sit there in the dark until they did so
No conversations, no lights save for the muted light of my iPad. 
Just silence apart for the gentle whoosh of the radiators and the faraway rumble of a late night car.
My fingers are moving silently on the screen.

I’m waiting until their breathing changes.
The relaxed breath of sleep.
Then I will creep out of the room, like a maid in a hotel to write notes.

I miss listening to someone sleeping next to me.
The dogs with their farts and snores and brief galloping dreams keep you company for sure
But there is nothing like the deep rhythmical breath followed by a long sigh that says 
I’m ok…..
I’m relaxed…..
I’m slumbering….

It’s like listening to an old clock without a chime.

I look at the digital clock across the room 
It’s almost 1 am
and I’m the only one awake now.

I will wait another five minutes to be sure 
And then I’ll get up and go.







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Monday

Finding joy

In your Providence

Provision

And hope 



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But is it art?



 Before the cinema, I met a friend for lunch. 
On the Promenade, I photographed some of the public art work that is dotted around and mused just how much these little pieces enhance the spaces we inhabit.
We often take them for granted which is sad

The relaxing bowmen in Rhuddlan

The giant otter, in the flooded River Elwy in St Asaph

The metal holiday makers Colwyn Bay




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