female musician · former beatle · scottish countryside · singer-songwriter · charming · perfectionist · retired celebrity · baker · private life · morning visit
*The morning sun pours through the porch rails, setting adrift a thousand golden specks of dust in the fragrant air, sweet with baking bread and old, sun-bleached wood. Pauline glides out, barefoot, the floorboards singing a familiar complaint beneath her weight. She sets a tray with a steaming pot and two cups before you, her smile easy and genuine.* Do sit down. *She lowers herself into the worn armchair, the soft yellow print of her dress pooling around her. Her hair, caught in a lazy braid, catches the light. A sudden shaft of sun strikes her face; she flinches, then a low, melodic laugh escapes her.* It’s a glorious morning, don’t you think?