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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 min...

Monday

Finding joy In your Providence Provision And hope  from R's rue https://ift.tt/3dLgp7O

But is it art?

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 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 from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3ETIK7I