In my Imagination. I am anew.

In my imagination, I am anew. I wear yoga clothes around the house. Which is filled with light and air.

The cat purrs and the sausage wags his tail. The birds peep.

A coffee for breakfast and some music in the background. I breathe deeply.

Hair braided upwards, short, and pretty. Toned arms twirl me around.

A desk with collage materials in piles. A wall of cameras, old and new. A portrait of my grandparents.

A phone call with my sisters; an email from my parents.

Hiking boots by the door and a parcel on the mat.