We know a thing by its opposite corollary; hot by having experienced cold; good by having decided what is bad; love by hate.
England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.
Slowly, slowly, catch the monkey.
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.