Ella Frances Sanders



Isn't is a relief, to find that someone has so beautifully articulated something that you've spent half your life trying to put into words? The soul sits down and sighs a breath of adoration for this other human, a silent thank you for this handful of letters that will now and forever more bring a gentle comfort.

Here, it has gone from light to dark outside in the space of half an hour, so now I curl inwards and put on another piece of knitwear, make another cup of tea and hope that tomorrow I'll be standing on a sheet of glass slightly stronger than today.