After the storm, branches and leaves are all over the lawn, garden bins and water tanks toppled, seedlings bruised. A stillness before dawn, not knowing the time, only the early hint of light, no birds awake yet. They too have been blown about. Sea, matt grey with muddy edges, messy waves. The sun came out and the cat found it. Today I will relish being at home, the last day of the working week is mine.