a nest...

It is a cold Friday night.
I have gathered the clothes from the line and placed them on the lounge.
They make a lovely nest to sleep in.
When I was young, I loved to lay in the dried clothes and dream.
My mother would drink tea and talk the sun across the sky... pic.twitter.com/jDcRiGcvRv

— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) July 17, 2020

There is something so calming...
so settling...
about this scene...
especially at the close of
a very strange, unnerving working week...

There's a gentle reminder here...

nest in the place that matters...

there is really nowhere else
of any lasting importance...