Memories like raindrops slipping down a misted glass ...

This afternoon we looked at sofas - Woods Furniture was almost empty, each of its three floors like a stage set - a sultry temptress might loll upon that sofa bed - a haunted poet might gaze into that mirror - any moment, I thought, the strange performances would begin - 

Large clocks had frozen hands - outside, rain fell on Dortchester - rainwater ran down the pavements - Anne's umbrella was blown inside out - Sophie wore a tall velvet hat - 

Later we ate Dorset Apple Cake in the Reloved Tearooms - I heard Glen Miller and the Squadronaires playing Moonlight Serenade - 

Tomorrow, I would hear profound Latin words - memories would be like raindrops slipping down a misted glass - 

15.30

February 22 2015

Reloved Tearooms

Dortchester