So still, so fleeting. Only a memory, even now. The sun wakes me. My love sleeps beside me. I drift away to walk the quiet, dawn-filled house, pausing to listen to the breathing, the softness. Ghosts of memories, ghosts of the sleep, leave imprints on this morning. I will remember.
Beautiful post Amy.ReplyDelete
Gee, it feels like I haven't visited here in a long time.
I can't wait for your Esty... I know it will be wonderful!
Anet, Hi! I have missed visiting yours, also, I have trouble signing in to see it. I'll try again. : >ReplyDelete
Hello- found you on flickr. love your home and photos. We are unschoolers too!ReplyDelete
Hi Cary! I know I'll enjoy reading your blog and seeing you on Flickr. Welcome to the world of unschooling, btw!ReplyDelete