After The Kids Go To Bed
By the time the house finally goes quiet, the day has already asked for everything.
The noise, the decisions, the constant noticing — all of it fades once the lights are off and the doors are closed. The air feels different, softer.
I painted this during one of those moments. A warm drink nearby. A bit of sweetness. Nothing urgent waiting.
Just the quiet feeling of having carried a day — and being allowed, at last, to rest.
Someday, I’ll miss the fullness of these days.
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