Unrestrained rain in Glasgow.
Planted a fuchsia in the tenement garden the other day –– here's me watching it with tenderness from the bedroom, hoping it will survive.
Popped out to the local shop to pick up chillies and black pepper with M. The inside smell of my mask is so familiar and comforting now. Loosened it to sniff the petrichor which is, apparently, good for the mood.
Received a text from my mum –– book haul and sleeping dogs. The day continues into darkness and I pull on another jumper.
Alice Hill-Woods is a poet based in Glasgow. She is the Editorial Assistant at SPAM Press, and a postgraduate student at the University of York, where she studies Medical History and Humanities.@aliceasapoet www.alicehillwoods.com