I woke up with Finn so close he was like a snail and I was his shell.  Rain dripped lightly against the window.  The smell of earth and wet leaves seeped through to us.  We could have been on a bed of mushrooms for all we knew.  Light, adrift, and warm inside a mossy gulch.  Swirling through sleep and October mists.

This morning is pumpkin cream cheese toast, pears, and coconut cream black tea Danice and I got at a darling little tea shop yesterday.  We’re slugging a bed a bit before going to Lucy’s cottage to watch Davy Crockett.  She’s making us a fruit tart!

I hope I keep this snuggling snail feeling all day long.

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