... on cereal bowl, Tod is eating porridge.
The soft shush of Vita's breathing. She lies asleep in the corridor, spread the whole width so we cannot escape.
The quiet murmur from Bertie, so quiet it's barely there, as he dreams on the armchair behind me.
A bird taps briefly on the window and then is gone.
Right here, right now, all is well.
Utter peace...and how lovely, how normal, is that....
ReplyDeleteHello Fly, you are so right. And for a brief moment it was, which is why I wanted to capture it.
DeleteIt's certainly porridge weather here as well this week. By luck I have only once had to dry off The Dog after our exercise allowed walks. Indoors the two of us are on our own and - not for the first time- I wish The Dog more of a conversationalist, but he does supply a warm body to hug. Lesley
ReplyDeleteHello Lesley, thanks for dropping by. Does your comment about The Dog mean what I think it does? If so, I am so sorry - thinking of you. Sue
DeleteYes. 11/2/20.
DeleteOh Lesley, I am so, so sorry. These past weeks must have been very very tough. Hope you have been able to keep in touch with loved ones through lockdown.
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