The Gods, if they ever existed, once lived here. You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it on your skin.
On my first day I was awoken by the soft morning sun breaking through a gap in the shutters. The shaft of light shone into the room delicately warming my eyelids and calling me back to consciousness from the soundest and most complete sleep I have enjoyed most probably in years. Time seemed to be in suspension, slowed down deliberately so the speckles of dust could bathe in the dawn light, coloured inexplicably, floating in a weightless dance. It felt like magic was involved somehow. I was a guest to one of nature’s private moments, where the universe unfolds at the reach of our fingertips. Impervious.
I could only hold my breathe so as not to disrupt the performance and enjoy the show.
Mother and son slept on wrapped in warm embrace.