Becky
@bexspence.bsky.social
Leaves fall, a bitter wind creeps, autumn colours gather in the cold sun. I watch out the window. Wonder how the day is almost over, yet still not done. Lingering on. This day. This feeling. The shadow you left behind, growing.
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October 27, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Leaves fall, a bitter wind creeps, autumn colours gather in the cold sun. I watch out the window. Wonder how the day is almost over, yet still not done. Lingering on. This day. This feeling. The shadow you left behind, growing.
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#vss365
That day before the grey, before the rain, the cold, the change. Leaves sing, sunlight spots the stage. October shines, with an undertone of summer. We linger, loiter, bask in the warmth of this last hurrah.
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October 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
That day before the grey, before the rain, the cold, the change. Leaves sing, sunlight spots the stage. October shines, with an undertone of summer. We linger, loiter, bask in the warmth of this last hurrah.
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October. A garden in the rain. Spiders curl up on their web. Birds shelter in the hedge. Leaves drip, gutters run. The shed doorway, an oasis from the downpour. The cat watches, waiting for a gap. A pause. A moment. To make their move.
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October 3, 2025 at 7:21 AM
October. A garden in the rain. Spiders curl up on their web. Birds shelter in the hedge. Leaves drip, gutters run. The shed doorway, an oasis from the downpour. The cat watches, waiting for a gap. A pause. A moment. To make their move.
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Autumn leaves race in September wind. Rushing along the roadside as trees cheer, rains dance, the dark sky full of catastrophe. Windscreen wipers keep time as I drive along. Listening to songs from yesterday.
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September 20, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Autumn leaves race in September wind. Rushing along the roadside as trees cheer, rains dance, the dark sky full of catastrophe. Windscreen wipers keep time as I drive along. Listening to songs from yesterday.
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Thursday. Or Friday. I'm not quite sure. I count the circles on the tablecloth. Trace my finger along the lines. Take stock as I drink the first tea of the day. The rain already pouring.
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September 18, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Thursday. Or Friday. I'm not quite sure. I count the circles on the tablecloth. Trace my finger along the lines. Take stock as I drink the first tea of the day. The rain already pouring.
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The house echoes as I potter around. Reminding me of those days when you're home from school. That echo of something, the potential for anything. The usually familiar suddenly all so strange. #vss365
September 12, 2025 at 12:29 PM
The house echoes as I potter around. Reminding me of those days when you're home from school. That echo of something, the potential for anything. The usually familiar suddenly all so strange. #vss365
Rain, always rain. Drumming in the background. Pulling at the skies. A song on the radio and I'm struck with a smile. Swapped into a kitchen from long ago, sitting, chatting, getting to know friends. That time. Those years. Faces that made it all bearable for a moment.
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September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Rain, always rain. Drumming in the background. Pulling at the skies. A song on the radio and I'm struck with a smile. Swapped into a kitchen from long ago, sitting, chatting, getting to know friends. That time. Those years. Faces that made it all bearable for a moment.
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Sunday morning. Laying in bed. Staring out the window. Sipping tea. Listening to a song. Not just music, but a doorway, a portal, a way to visit another version of myself. To remember all the people I've been. Each scene, each sadness, each laugh. I smile today. #vss365
September 7, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Sunday morning. Laying in bed. Staring out the window. Sipping tea. Listening to a song. Not just music, but a doorway, a portal, a way to visit another version of myself. To remember all the people I've been. Each scene, each sadness, each laugh. I smile today. #vss365
Two columns, 500 words. That's all there was. To say who you were. What you achieved. An article to summarise your life. Not the choices, the feelings, the hurt. The way you closed your eyes when you laughed. Just black on white. Ink that fades. #vss365
September 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Two columns, 500 words. That's all there was. To say who you were. What you achieved. An article to summarise your life. Not the choices, the feelings, the hurt. The way you closed your eyes when you laughed. Just black on white. Ink that fades. #vss365
The skies bright tonight. Even with the street lights pouring. The cars passing. The houses not in slumber. In those hours when everything looks different. Sleep eludes me again. So I watch, I listen, I hope. For dreams. #vss365
September 2, 2025 at 7:59 AM
The skies bright tonight. Even with the street lights pouring. The cars passing. The houses not in slumber. In those hours when everything looks different. Sleep eludes me again. So I watch, I listen, I hope. For dreams. #vss365
The band played. The tears fell. She sat in front of the speaker. Reaching out for the bass. It was that feeling. The thrumming inside. The vibration that ran through from her toes. The connection. That saw through the mask, the loneliness, the hurt, that filled her.
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August 24, 2025 at 4:47 PM
The band played. The tears fell. She sat in front of the speaker. Reaching out for the bass. It was that feeling. The thrumming inside. The vibration that ran through from her toes. The connection. That saw through the mask, the loneliness, the hurt, that filled her.
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Five more minutes. That's all. I want. Just enough for goodbye. A mundane chat, or cup of tea. To touch your arm, breathe you in, to see your face again.
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August 21, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Five more minutes. That's all. I want. Just enough for goodbye. A mundane chat, or cup of tea. To touch your arm, breathe you in, to see your face again.
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We huddle in the doorway of the lighthouse. Cocoon ourselves into one. I breathe in your warmth, strength, security. You were always my comfort in the grey. Rains pelt. Waves crash. Seas seethe. And we hold on.
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August 19, 2025 at 7:27 PM
We huddle in the doorway of the lighthouse. Cocoon ourselves into one. I breathe in your warmth, strength, security. You were always my comfort in the grey. Rains pelt. Waves crash. Seas seethe. And we hold on.
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Rain streams, grey skies rumble. I tuck my feet up, pull the blanket tight, take a bite of brownie I'd baked earlier. From that recipe you'd passed down. Hand written, covered in stains, years of memories. I close my eyes. Listen for your voice. Low thunder growls. #vss365
August 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Rain streams, grey skies rumble. I tuck my feet up, pull the blanket tight, take a bite of brownie I'd baked earlier. From that recipe you'd passed down. Hand written, covered in stains, years of memories. I close my eyes. Listen for your voice. Low thunder growls. #vss365
August tomorrow. The heat like a blanket, weighing us down. Skin prickles, lawnmowers hum, that taste of summer in the air. Like the ache of too strong squash, long grass on bare legs, salt from the sea. As the sun dims, the butterflies slow, the days drift into one.
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July 31, 2025 at 7:46 PM
August tomorrow. The heat like a blanket, weighing us down. Skin prickles, lawnmowers hum, that taste of summer in the air. Like the ache of too strong squash, long grass on bare legs, salt from the sea. As the sun dims, the butterflies slow, the days drift into one.
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Too hot for days. Clothes stick, skin rubs, sleep a distant memory. Afternoon thunder rolls in, cracks, the clouds open. I take off my socks, wriggle my toes in the grass. Lift my head to the skies. As spiritual rain pours, cleanses, lifts me. Raises me up again.
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July 20, 2025 at 2:29 PM
Too hot for days. Clothes stick, skin rubs, sleep a distant memory. Afternoon thunder rolls in, cracks, the clouds open. I take off my socks, wriggle my toes in the grass. Lift my head to the skies. As spiritual rain pours, cleanses, lifts me. Raises me up again.
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#vss365
Summers nearly here again. Those long stretching days, that run and run. Ice clinks in too sweet squash, teeth ache with that first swallow. Grass cold in between our toes, butterflies dance in glowing skies. A time of innocence remembered. Yet, lost long ago. #vss365
July 16, 2025 at 12:06 PM
Summers nearly here again. Those long stretching days, that run and run. Ice clinks in too sweet squash, teeth ache with that first swallow. Grass cold in between our toes, butterflies dance in glowing skies. A time of innocence remembered. Yet, lost long ago. #vss365
Hot sun, dry air, a masala of spices in piles on the ground. Colours bright, aromas strong, chatter echoes as the market rhythm sings it's own song. Weaves in the breeze, through the throat of an elder, the eyes of a young one. Tells a story like no other. Every day. #vss365
July 6, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Hot sun, dry air, a masala of spices in piles on the ground. Colours bright, aromas strong, chatter echoes as the market rhythm sings it's own song. Weaves in the breeze, through the throat of an elder, the eyes of a young one. Tells a story like no other. Every day. #vss365
A heavy day, claustrophobic, close. I watch out the window, as the skies fall, think of you. Wonder if it rained. When you walked heel to toe, each step hard and slow, each one a pain to your heart. Did you feel the drops on your skin as you got closer to saying goodbye.
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July 2, 2025 at 12:51 PM
A heavy day, claustrophobic, close. I watch out the window, as the skies fall, think of you. Wonder if it rained. When you walked heel to toe, each step hard and slow, each one a pain to your heart. Did you feel the drops on your skin as you got closer to saying goodbye.
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Late night. Rain pours. The days heat still lingers. We lay sleepless, exhausted. Patriot Games on the TV, like white noise. Familiar, nostalgic, a comfort in the still. We chat, watch, weary fingers reach out for each other. Eye lids heavy, we drift in the summer air.
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July 1, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Late night. Rain pours. The days heat still lingers. We lay sleepless, exhausted. Patriot Games on the TV, like white noise. Familiar, nostalgic, a comfort in the still. We chat, watch, weary fingers reach out for each other. Eye lids heavy, we drift in the summer air.
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Hot June air like a constrictor. Increasing pressure little by little to a final breaking point. It's been days. Without space. Without any let up. Skin tight, heads thrum, flesh sticks to flesh. A drop, a crack. Rain falls, and we all breathe in this moment #vss365
June 27, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Hot June air like a constrictor. Increasing pressure little by little to a final breaking point. It's been days. Without space. Without any let up. Skin tight, heads thrum, flesh sticks to flesh. A drop, a crack. Rain falls, and we all breathe in this moment #vss365
Straight lines. Blocks of colour. The landscape split like a painting. Blue sky parallel to green fields, turquoise sea, the yellow heads of sunflowers standing in a row. A warm breeze floats in from the cliff side. Summer dreams drifting. A lilt in the air. #vss365
June 20, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Straight lines. Blocks of colour. The landscape split like a painting. Blue sky parallel to green fields, turquoise sea, the yellow heads of sunflowers standing in a row. A warm breeze floats in from the cliff side. Summer dreams drifting. A lilt in the air. #vss365