The sounds of Saturday

The alarm sounds. It’s 6am. I pull the blankets over my head, holding onto my dream, but then my eyes snap open, because today is Saturday. If it’s summer, the day will have started long ago, a sticky blanket settling over the house. But in winter, oh winter is where the magic happens. When the…

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A wet pair of shorts

I think happiness looks like a wet pair of shorts. — It’s a puppy running around with muddy paws, it’s a face flushed tomato red from sprinting across the sand, it’s hair that has escaped from a ponytail forming straggles down your back. You can have happiness, or prettiness, but not always both. — A…