Today was quiet. Sunny. Pensive.
Quiet words. Tears-a-many.
A 6 year old with a pink t-shirt came back three times, but her parents wouldn’t take her in. So we wrote her name instead.
Another 7 year old showed her aunt how to use a typewriter.
A 14 yr old relaxed and lay in side.
We watched a man in a suit have a nap on the lawn.
We hung out with some cheeky birds.
A busker xylophoned as we set up and packed up.
But it is the tears I will remember from today.
Even I shed one….