the sausage club

waking up to the freezing cold
and the pitter-patter of morning dew
when the sky is still dark
and your body is still weary
very weary

can be very depressing.

with an aching in your muscles
and an aching in your heart
when the cold wind blows
you wake up and drag yourself to the toilet, queue up to brush your teeth
and then take a leak, and then fill your bottle, and then change to your singlet and dash down 4 flights to fall in at 0535 knowing that the only time you can return to your slumber is 2230.

it can be rather depressing.

but as the cold wind blows
and molests us, you and me.
i look up and see the full moon.

the moon is round and nice. framed by the candyfloss-like clowds that travel slowly across the sky. as we march to the cookhouse the words of the song fade into the background, and i feel an unusual calm awash.

i am happy.
i am happy.

when the moon is round and the air is cold.