What a breath of fresh air! This morning we wallowed in our first rainfall in eight months, and with the lockdown measures relaxing it feels like a second life. The sky is cool-grey and cloudy. Sounds, muted, float up into the air: construction and car horns and crows; the pulse of the city. I never thought I'd want noise.
Inside, it is quiet. It is my favourite time of the day: Fizzah is asleep. I chuck my duties aside and sit down to write. Who I am blurs, no longer defined by motherhood.
Although, this, too, is part of the definition. This teasing recess: 1.5 hours of toddler nap-time.
Inside, it is quiet. It is my favourite time of the day: Fizzah is asleep. I chuck my duties aside and sit down to write. Who I am blurs, no longer defined by motherhood.
Although, this, too, is part of the definition. This teasing recess: 1.5 hours of toddler nap-time.
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