“Don’t you simply love going to bed. To curl up warmly in a nice warm bed, in the lovely darkness. That is so restful and then gradually drift away into sleep…”
~ C.S. Lewis
Ben and I arrived home from our little adventure last night. To the city house anyway.
Our flight into Brisbane was delayed. And then delayed again.
The luggage took forever to turn up on the carousel.
The line for a taxi was stupidly long.
We finally tumbled through the front door, dialled for some Chinese food, ate it in front of television in a sleepy blur.
And then, oh, meditation, a long hot shower, and bed.
Our own bed. With clean sheets.
Ben had thought me crazy making the bed with new linen at 3.30am on the morning we left home. I assured him he would thank me. Perhaps he would have too if he hadn’t fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
I lay awake just a little longer, appreciating the perfectness of my own pillow, the softness of my bed, the scent of clean sheets, the familiarity of everything. And the quiet. It was heavenly.
We’re off to the farm this morning. I’m homesick for our dogs and the cows and for quiet country roads and big skies. I can’t wait to give Harry and Rufous the biggest cuddles. I hope they’re pleased to see us too!
It was only a short break, but we both feel renewed.
Much love, Nicole xx
