Time suspended.

September 18, Belvidere.

It only lasts a moment.
Sitting with a hot cup of tea, sometimes, with the sun streaming in, in the stillness of the morning, when we stay in one place for two days and the kids are not awake yet and there are no sounds at all but the sounds of life emerging (the generator will be turned on later,) and the moment tastes like eternity - time suspended before a sleepy face of happiness appears at the bedroom door and the whirlwind of the day begins anew.