Write about something that is: tiny.
A quick hello and welcome to the blog to all the new writers who dropped in today. I'm currently terribly behind on responding to comments but I do promise to get to you all eventually.
Becky's mom is here for a visit until the end of September and Max spent this afternoon playing with Natalie under her watchful eye. It was very nice to get a break and to have a chance to do something on my own.
That something else ended up being sleeping most of my afternoon away. Which was not the plan. But it turned out to be pretty great.
They are not obvious. In appearance, at least. Their handiwork? Undeniably more so.
I have felt their pull. Been held in their fierce little clutches. Their strength is... magnificent.
One might believe that they should be easily overpowered. They are so much smaller than us, after all. It should not even be a contest, truly.
And yet we have all been rendered powerless by the innumerable, invisible, tiny hands that keep us in bed long past the hour we had meant to rise.