One of those days,
the kind of day that dawns with a veil of mist clinging to it.
A mist that stays, hazy over the blue sky.
A quietening sky.
And all day we drove through the mist,
out into bright, warm sunshine,
And then home again to the sea,
and the mist.
A quiet sea today.
Little waves rolling gently back over themselves,
surf sucking back through shingle.
And as the day dies,
sliding down behind the mountains,
the mist silently gathers round.
Around the clamouring birds,
around the still grass.
Around the little house.
Creeping into the garden, whispering to the grass.
Watching, taking care.
Shadowing the mountains.
We miss your little voice echoing through the house,
your little feet.
You have a big day tomorrow!