Running low

The last days of solitude with final rations of bread, milk, eggs  carefully measured to see out the weekend. The sky is eye smart bright, bathing the bay in a myriad of Norse tones. There is much to do. Preparations for returning full to the brim with shetland-ness, yoke jumpers, museum views, pony petting, toe in sea dangling and a meditation on all I've learnt.  I cut my hair and wore new socks, slowly letting the other world back in.