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.
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Signs of the times
A few snatches of our day, set to the tune of Brahms's lullaby. The decorations of jack o'lanterns and evolution timelines. Playing school which is also playing ophthalmologist. Little bits and pieces.