Magic dust

Waking up in the middle of the night, spread out over the bed, I realize how nice it can be to sleep alone.

Snatches of a dream, an airplane? Not wanting to fly?

Wanting to fly?

When I wake again it is 5 o’clock. Time to get up.

Sitting outside with my coffee, watching the waning moon , the last pleasantly cool moments of the day.

Then packing the lunch box. A big yawn from the back-to-school kid.

Where is my hairbrush? 

Did you pack your books? 

Put your shoes on, we have to go.

I still have to brush my hair mum.

Beautifully familiar

Eva is so excited to see her friends again.

Then the dishes, clients, lunch, homework...

All sprinkled with magic dust.

Hugs to you,