Saturday, 11 October 2008

End of the Day.

Here in the quiet hours when children are sleeping and the last of the days work is done there is peace. I can hear the familiar sounds of the house creaking and groaning as it shifts position, shaking off the noise and boisterousness of child's play. Settling, resting, bedding in and anchoring, reaffirming the steady, tempo of calm.

Goodnight, sleep well.

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