On Motherhood & Sanity

Saturday, February 26, 2011

at the end of the day

We are one thousand miles away from reality. After hours and hours inside a teletransporter we arrived to never land, where fairies and gnomes quietly (or not so quietly), coexist with water and sand dunes. The morning comes and the gnomes, one by one, exit from under the rocks and go dancing on the sand dunes. They splash and sing and run, and then, towards the end of the day, the gnomes and fairies begin to fade away as the spiders of sleep attack their eyes. they fight and resist until -like a blanket- night closes their eye lids.

1 comment:

Diana said...

Absolutely love it! The picture and the words could not describe any better the days (holly-days)you are enjoying.