Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Happy Birthday Brixton
Happy birthday to our mellow goofy music man, our chatty singer, our Mr B. Even though you've been telling everyone you are now three, please don't rush ahead. I want to enjoy every bit of it.