OrwellianSenior Contributor
It's a glorious day
Today is one of those perfect autumn days. Clear skies, light breeze, not too cold and not too hot. The sort of days that many say that you feel good to be alive.
I am away from home in a room with a view. The beach is close.
So why is it all I think about is how WONDERFUL LIFE IS?
There is a balcony next to me. I am Eight floors up. There is a LOVELY GARDEN BELOW. THE RAIL WILL KEEP ME SAFE. I MUST HAVE A CLOSER LOOK AT THAT GARDEN IT IS SO NICE AND WILL BRING JOY TO ME.
If days like this do not provide cheer where is the hope?