We’re in the middle of August and should be experiencing the heat of the summer. And yet, I awoke this morning enveloped in a cool breeze. Caressed in the perfect balance of blanket and cold.
As if the key which activates an old machine, the cool air comes through and begins to turn the cogs of my best self. I felt rested this morning. Never do I ever feel rested but with a cold nose and cracked window, I felt rested. And perhaps it doesn’t only affect me.
Emma greeted me this morning with a warm arm draped around my neck. Cheek to cheek she stayed for a perfect moment in time, smiling at her mother. Can she feel the turning cogs too?