Sometimes we catch a snap shot moment of some else’s life, today I caught a brief moment of someone else’s love. An elderly lady brushed past me in the shop, her face anxious, her eyes confused. She silently shuffled past me, confused about her. destination, waiting for help.
Being stalked….. ~ Northernmum
Age stalks me like a persistent toddler, it scratches at my face leaving lines in its wake and it leaps on me wrapping me in its shroud, always when I …