I feel suspended somewhere in the blue sky outside my window, where the swifts do their crazy stunts in the light breeze. It is a perfect Sunday afternoon.
T and my son are playing together in the living room, our daughter has gone down for her nap, and I am also hoping to catch up on some sleep. My heart feels messy, swollen with joy and sadness all mixed together, and I can recognise a fragile glimmer of hope.
This morning, T came to see the children and we ended up all going for a picnic in the park, quite weirdly having a lovely time together…as a family.
These moments are so fragile and simple, I wish I could just suspend time.
Norah Jones – Come away with me: