In part 3 of her series MA.D. Menopausal and Dangerous Alice stands looking winter in the face, puts her lips together and blows.....
The wind blows through my life and it carries a strange light that illuminates the dark patches where I thought myself light but now I see. I was dark.
Where did I go?
I left myself behind. So many selves - and up here facing the October of my life a harsh wind blows then all over my boots like the leaves we loved in the summer. Now their beauty has gone and they're just litter.
The swallows have gone and just because you saw them leave it's no comfort now that you're on the other side of this blue sky year.
This wind is rough in more ways than one and it's an ill wind that blows no-one any good so someone somewhere is filling his fat white face with....stuff.
But all I see is the faint light out to sea wearing the grey of an approaching storm that's already taken my mind. What else is there to take? Remember friends: the winner takes it all. So stand on the top and wait to be pushed over the edge. Gatsby was right. They are careless people.
Alice is at 361diamond.co.uk in midlife City.
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