The sun climbs down its ladder. Making the sky turn deep and blue. Just like your eyes. We have spent the day learning and laughing, holding hands.
As night falls. Like the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window panes, we giggle and sip warm, milky tea. It warms our hands and tummies.
We talk through the magicks of the day. The wind which nearly knocked us off our feet. The rain that washed away our worries. All in all it was really quite exciting. We are glad we lived it. Felt it deep inside.
When we are warm and sleepy. We get into our freshly made bed. And you curl your back into mine. You are warm, soft and gentle. Comforting as butter on a piece of freshly eaten toast.
We will dream of all tomorrows as we close our eyes.
JAE ROSE 