Morning light

It lingered only a minute. Less than the dreams. It's that time of the year I dream strange dreams. I waked throughout the night.

I spent the day with my child not doing much but enjoying it. The moment was enough. We went to the shoe shop; to the coffee shop (I wanted to go to the trendy one but the nut insisted on a place called coffee and nostalgia that was filled with old telephones and the like. He ate a whole chocolate brownie) got a film developed, went to the playground.

And it was sunny.