My lucky coin by Harley

On Monday, I found a rusty one pence coin abandoned on the edge of the path holding on for dear life.

On Tuesday , I walked to the park reuniting with my younger days, a spring in my step as I danced.

On Wednesday, I saw a honey been land on a solitary tulip blowing in the early morning air.

On Thursday, I touched a granite memorial and took my thoughts back to what it would be like…

On Friday, I tasted a sweet vanilla ice-cream as it dripped on my hoodie I let out a small giggle.

On Saturday, I heard the whistle of the wind as it brushed past my window singing good morning to all who would listen.

On Sunday I dreamt of my week and I woke up laughing in realisation of all the memories I had made.