Still jet-lagged. Too much to do and too much to say and my head won’t work. Small steps, he says. Small goals. Keep them small. Sun replaced by rain. An email account full of news and things to do. Not yet. Breathe. Take stock. Breathe. Clean. Walk. Sleep and find your way back. To him. To me. All will be done. All will be managed. Enough for now. A bientot.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.