Still here. Still busy.

January Daylight

Is cold one day in five, is wet,
Is kept awake by gales,
Is astonishingly still by dawn.

Is grey as a tupperware box, is clear,
Is an arctic glass-cold summer,
Is thick with salty water,

Is shrunken, swallowed in dark, is brief,
Is seen through windows only,
Is gone, with an escort of street-lamps.

That’s your lot for today. Like I said, still busy.

Damn those Management essays.

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