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.