“What do you think the moon tastes like?”
“Are you good or bad?”
“This is pixie dust, but I call it wizard dust.”
“Shine your light.”
“Mom and Dad sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s…”
“I believe in fairies. Do you? I believe in them so much.”
“It’s ok, you’re just learning.”
~commentary by Jeb
Jeb is home from school with the sniffles.
I toast bread, slice oranges and make ginger tea. Steam rises from Jeb’s epsom salt bath in the morning sunlight.
David Gray sings low as I fold dish towels.
The air is ever so slightly crisp and the cool hints of winter in California tickle my heart. Remembering my time there last year. I will be returning soon.
All that has transpired since last December. Love found and lost. Hope inspired and dashed.
Deep inside I feel a wellspring that insists not to give up. Watch the steam lift to the air like magic, trust and follow the thread. Follow the heart.
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