The contrast in weather created by better temperatures forms a wall of fog in the middle of the bridge, as drivers hit the sunshine on the Queensferry Crossing on Friday
𝘐𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘌: 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭/𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥 & 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴
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"None of us have the promise of tomorrow. God forbid this is my last day on this beautiful earth, it won't be spent listening to some news person telling me how rotten we are, how rotten life is, heck no, I'm going out and seeing how beautiful life is.
As humans, our time on this planet is very limited...
Turn off, tune out, and turn on your life. Peace"
- Frank Zappa
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I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.
I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.
I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.
I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.
But oh how I felt it.
I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.
I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing.
Yes, I missed you so quietly today.
But I felt it so loudly.
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Becky Hemsley 2024
Artwork by Lilymoon
‘Quietly’ is a newer poem
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