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Remembered (warmth)

The open window in my bedroom had made it cold but when I opened the door and walked out into the landing the flat was warm. A remembered warmth from the day when the sun had shone and shone. A smell of his toast from the night before had also been remembered in the kitchen upstairs. I like that. I feel held by such physical rememberings.

The day looks to be set fair. I can see the sun on the buildings just before the Prom already. Much to do. But yesterday was a gift, perhaps today will be too.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.