I sleep with my hair knotted up on top of my head but since I’ve taken to brushing it the whole mess slips around and falls apart. Last night it all came streaming down across my face and neck, waking me.
I swept it back in place and stretched out, blankets pulled up to my chin, listening to the rain hit the boat.
Outside the crocuses and daffodils are blooming. Spring is here, everything is changing, and that is brilliant.