Dreamtime

Last night I dreamt that bombs were falling down around me. Running through the debris with my work colleagues, trying to predict where the next one would fall from. I was very very afraid.
When I woke up I thought about the madness and inhumanity of dropping bombs on anyone. How can we do it? I thought of the bombs we drop in times of war and the smaller metaphorical bombs we freely drop on each other on a daily basis.
I pondered on the victims of these bombs and paused and thought of the enormity of it all and the possibilities for peace. I say the word out loud. PEACE.

The crumpled duvet still fraught with the terror of last night's dreams.

I get up and make myself some strong black coffee and a slice of toast smothered in sweet scarlet coloured strawberry jam.

And life goes on.