Something's Coming

I can tell something's up. So many people coming and going, my poor doors are feeling quite achy. 

And they're so busy. Books going into boxes and furniture scraping on the floor. Things being taken off the wall. It makes me feel quite naked.

I recognise the signs. I'm up for alterations. You have to expect it at my time of life. And to be honest I quite like the attention. Lots of new people to meet, all with their own vocabulary: lots on new words to learn, and many of those old familiar ones..

But I like this quiet time too: I suppose I've learned a thing or two from that Paul gentleman who gets read out so often when everybody comes to sing and listen: knowing how to entertain a huge crowd one day and then be completely on my own for most of a week.

I like it in the desert, though. The stillness, nobody around. I'm making the most of it. I get the sense I'm in for lots of attention, all over me.