The definition of . . . bliss?

Lying in bed, still in pyjamas having had coffee and pikelets, in the middle of the day.  Don’t have to go to work until the evening, but interviewing for a duty manager position beforehand.  A cool breeze blows down from the louvers in the skylight, and the sound of rain gently falling and traffic passing in the wet.  A sense of lazy anticipation and procrastinatory intention.  Catching up on reading, watching, listening.  St Vincent and Beyoncé meet and rub shoulders.  Fair Paris is burning and I can see your halo.  Worries fleetingly come and go.  If I wear my shirt walking in the rain maybe the creases will come out.  Joseph smiles benignly down.  A glimpse of a magical land where anything could happen at any moment.


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