They almost run me over in their enthusiasm when they come to give me a hug.
I hug them back, I think they’re sweet.
They run down the stairs like a troop of wild elephants and the love cools down. Or pauses. Or does the love just get irritated for a second?
I don’t think I should be irritated as I walk downstairs, irritated.
I am an elephant, too. An elephant who closes the door quite loudly.
They want oatmeal and I want coffee and quiet but well…in that case I should not have taken three boys.
And I would rather have those three boys.
But I also want coffee now.
And quiet.
It is 9 o’clock in the morning and there are still many hours in this day.
With no quiet.
The sound moves outside.
I sit inside with my quiet.
We are good friends.
The sound comes inside again.
If I don’t want to come out side and fly to Mars?
Spaceships make a lot of noise, but sure, I’d love to go along to Mars.
One simply doesn’t throw away a chance like that.
(The spaceship outside did not get photographed, but we did, naturally, also have a spaceship inside)
Zo origineel. En heel dicht bij mijn “ik”.
Foto spreekt boekdelen.