Stunning. You make the mundane stretch of a domestic life beautiful. The silence in between the shouting kids, the demands. Echoes of the past - I still get annoyed if people stand an inch behiind me, silently screaming THERE ARE FUCKING STICKERS, DUDE! You speak to how our thoughts drift even whilst busy with the day to day - into history, poetry, beauty - and death.
These days, I feel like I’m spending a little too much time in the drift. Being present is sometimes a springboard into the imagination:-)