Oh it was a good night last night! Such fabulous nocturnal times sometimes make for slightly heavier heads the next day. Stunning beauty is no less, just feeling the weight of the day a little more than usual - maybe the memories of such fabulousness linger too!
It's a day for pootling about. One of those unhurried days where things get done, but they don't have a list to be ticked off against. Time flows and there is space for stretching, sunning and generally making the most of one's abode. Not a type of day that we're advised to have in these goal-centred times, but one where we start to feel like ourselves, where true beauty is given the chance to chime in its own rhythm.
Finding herself wistfully wondering aloud and then catching her words as if hearing them second-hand. Did she really disclose her most heartfelt of yearnings to those around? Did they even notice? Or did those vocal dreams float up into the air and carry themselves up and way, melding with other airborne musings to create a poetry all of their own?
Dazzling dancers shimmy their way through the meadow, their enthusiasm infectious as they pass, twirling and swishing in the heady sunlight. It's a time of wonder, of an uncensored moment of glee. Not so rare in the happening, but perhaps rarer in true appreciation.
