She sits in her chair listening to the softness of the morning. A gentle rain dances on the roof as she plans all the wonderful things she will do today. That’s when she heard the little voices and wondered what they were saying. It takes her back to a time long ago, cousins coming to visit for the holidays.
They had built the teepee by themselves, stretching old sheets around the frame to keep out the flies. Sleeping bags on the boughs made it seem so soft and cozy. Flashlights flickered as they chatted and read long into the night.
It was a simplier time – carefree and happy. The summers were longer then.
There was always magic in the air when the sun went down. So many things to do – a little platform at the edge of the woods becomes a raft and an adventure across the ocean. Suddenly the scene changes as it becomes a stage and they dance as the moon comes up. Sandwiches and syrup become a feast for kings and queens.
And then at midnight, they ever so quietly creep down to the river for a swim. The water was always warmest at midnight. The moon sparkled and danced across their pathes as they venture into the stillness. Scampering over the rocks they dry off, keeping oh so quiet that parents never knew.
These were the summers of long ago. And so the evenings went – children in that wonderful ‘in-between’ age.
The little voices spoke to her and so she planned her day! Yes, there was still magic in the air.
from The BoBo Collection
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