It looked great to my sleepy eyes.
The little boy playing with his father. The children seated on a veranda.
It felt tiring.
The running about. Just being in the sun.
Would I go?
I had slept only 3 hours. Sleep was a turn and half roll away. Flat on my back, sleep fled. Bright sky,a breeze, people and the possibility of warmth.
It looked great to my sleepy eyes.
Le Ciel est Bleu 