I’m tired of tomatoes and hoping for some sun. I want the wind and the rain to come. Falling leaves and conkers, beanie hats and jumpers, Frigid air and toes that are numb in my wellies. I want to hibernate. I want to shut the windows and draw the curtains tightly. Shut out the noise of boys toys: Souped up car and strimmer and still saw. Batten myself down away from the angry maw of incessant Summer noise. I want to hibernate. I want to make soups and stews and ginger tea. Paint and create and be me In my peaceful and quiet and people free hobbit home. I want the world to go away Shut the fuck up and stay that way Give me silence any day. I’m off to hibernate. J. Walsh
