Peace

I should be going to bed, as tomorrow is yet another busy day in the many days that have made up this week.

But here I sit, enjoying the cool air and the night song drifting in through the open window. In the distance, there are the sounds of traffic and once a train passed by.

The whirring of the laptop fan is running and the sound of the washing machine is going deep in the background of the house. Rosie is curled up on the sofa near me and will soon be snoring.

Otherwise all is quite and peaceful.

Tomorrow there will be the book fair, and the Friday invasion of the girls' teenaged friends.

But for now, it is still. And I am content.