5 March 2010

On the promise of "bateaux" ,we part the house without shoes

And after a heavenly runaround at the gym and the playground

Miro's feet become begrimed with days of dirt.

One strawberry thickshake and fried rice later,

The rain begins to pelter from the sky

And Miro, twirling his hair, falls asleep to the rhythm of the pram.