The Perfect Mundane

Written by Faye Firth   Crisp white sheets A heavy duvet The deep breathing of a loved one so close The darkness and peace  Surrounding the … The Perfect Mundane This is me ❤️

Stable Days

Cold air brushes pink cheeks as boots slap the concrete and the whiney of the Oldenburgh echoes through the stable door, As hay nets are gathered and weighed and stray strands are pulled from wayward hair, the ice gathers on the metal roofs and rain patters like musical chimes, Stables need cleaning and hoofs picking,