Be still and remember

Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, I pretend it’s 1974.

There’s a landline in the hallway.

A black & white TV. Two channels. No remote.

A transistor on the kitchen windowsill.

A record player in the lounge room. For special occasions.

That’s it. That’s all.

Peace.

My mind stills. My nervous system settles.

Then I think, I should blog about this.

old-telephone

Jen xo