He used to explode the eggs and put his foot in the batter. He used to knock the flour bag over. He used to cry at the oven that the cookies were taking too long. Still, we baked.
Winter was my favourite season before having children. I loved frosty walks and those winter smells: hot chocolate, icy winds, cinnamon and brown sugar.
Silken and glistening, song weaves around us and through us, strumming our nerves like nylon strings, sending vibrations from heart to head and back again.
As the sun slipped silently below the horizon, the sunset elves climbed down from the clouds with their watercolour paintboxes and began to work. First, a little orange stripe, then a puddle of pink. Maybe a little purple tonight, and ultramarine blue brushed lightly across the underside of the clouds. Turquoise brush dipped into theContinue reading “Small World Stories – Sunset Elves”