I climb out of bed, senses blunted by the winter darkness. There's just a hint of day in the pale cut-outs of the windows but it still feels like night. I pick the little one up out of her cot and we stumble through to the kitchen. Automatically I switch on the kettle for tea, still trying to regain my senses. I give her her milk while I sit down for a moment with my warm mug. Just a brief pause before another day fully claims us.
I can't believe we're in the middle of June already. When did that happen?
Nice to see you back. And it seems like that question you are asking about time passing -- when did that happen? I think it goes through my head every single day!
ReplyDeleteHere in the far north where we only get a few hours of what can only be described as dusk merging with dawn...I dream of your darkness.