Found out this morning that April is the month of Poetry. Or maybe I did know it before. It felt like old news, but I hadn’t stopped and reflected on it before. I did so this morning, and yeah, it kinda makes sense, I’ve been listening to a lot of poetry these last couple of weeks. Here is one.
And then I got to work. Read a few stories in preparation for tonightst big event where I was supposed to read a few aloud to the few that dared to stop life and sit down and listen to something. I had loads of stories from different books prepared, but in the end, only had time for two. Not that it seemed to matter. I can keep the ones I didn’t have time to read until the next time. Because there will be. But next time, the theme will be about travelling and discovering. It’s going to be great.
All in all, it’s been a great day. A bit of slow morning, and then work. I missed it for those few days I’ve been away. I like going to work because of awesome colleagues and interesting people and tasks. And just because Tennant was the guy reciting this morning, when I discovered that the poem month was nearly over, and I have the biggest crush on him. Here is something else.
My slice of heaven 