When they were young
I dreamt of mother last night, a very young mother (well, maybe not that young but at least from 30 to 40 years ago).
Somewhere in the dream, too, father was present, also a young father.
I know where that dream came from. In the midst of decluttering and packing yesterday evening (more the former, less the latter), I came across some photographs, stopped to look at them (failed second rule of decluttering – do not stop and look), and they were of my parents when they were younger.
