Remembering eve

By Nicholas Hooper

The laughter
The joy
The food
And in somewhere a wonderful sense of a good, good eve

A pub with soul
That’s what it is
A landlord so large in heart that he’ll take in the world

And now, no regret
No wishing we’d said this
Or wishing we hadn’t said that
An eve to remember and cherish like a warm fire in our hearts.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper