And so, they ran as far as 7 year old muscles would let.
Cutting across the softened hues of green and pinks on the end of a day.
Where skinned knees were kissed with the warm promise that the smarting pain would be gone.
Pinkys said shy hellos under bed-sheet tents,
their hair haloed by the sunshine
Eyes brighter, and cheeks crimson and freckled,
all ready to take on the
great big world.
I realised, love comes in different forms, through different mediums, through people, time, I could go on, really.
Night night!
xo