Saturday, 19 November 2011
Holding a peaceful space.
I would like a small place to rest a little while. White sheets, clean and crisp, and a soft, light duvet to nestle under. A wooden window opening onto sunlight, and the sound of bees buzzing around their business with the flowers. A blue vase sitting on a wooden stool. The sound of someone in the other room, humming. The smell of baking mingling with honeysuckle from the garden. The combination of softness and crispness in the bed. I'm holding this vision as I bump along in the coach, in the dark, drizzling outside, and miles to go yet before home.