"...meanwhile behind the lines"

I remember lying in bed as a child and listening. The branches outside my window heaved like the ocean. The house creaked and moaned like a ship. My curtains billowing as sails. I slipped into sleep. Into dreams of brigantines sailing seas of green gems, and skies full of shooting stars. Moments. They are all we have all we are. (Fairy Sailboat by children’s book artist Honor Charlotte Appleton.) A FB memory from last Spring.