Heart warmed by beautiful sunshine on a rainy day, homesickness abates.
Shoes for boats, puddles for thrills. Thrills that only children know how to enjoy.
Chubby legs in stripy tights, three year old conversations to himself.
Flashing glimpses of imaginary play mates keeping a boy amused.
A freedom to create. A freedom that nurture’s a spirit. A spirit that desires a freedom.
A chance encounter with a grandmother, with her wiry yellow hair and skin that has seen too much sun. A grandmother caring for her grinning, single toothed grandson like he is, her very own. Under her arm a notepad full of old fashioned advice that only a grandmother of old could know.
An evening walk to clear cobwebs, and ease a mothers guilt. A peaceful, sleeping baby, snug and warm. Clouds like slow moving tidal waves chasing boats. Gentle ripples in the river water, dispersing the calming pink evening light. More rainbows chasing me from my ceiling to the sky. A sign perhaps, letting me know I have chosen the right track, because somewhere over that rainbow………….