Silence and peace. Samantha and Seth are eating. Simon is in the shower.
I am standing over the sink, eating lunch, staring out the window into a beautifully sunny day, pondering the mysteries of life in this tiny slice of mental space.
Seth moves from stuffing his belly to deconstructing his lunch, crumbling his biscuit into the floor, and rubbing the slice of turkey in it on his chest.
Simon appears in the kitchen door, water sluicing down his stark naked little self.
He grins at me, as the water mixes with Seth’s crumbs. “I left foot prints.”