We have little ones visiting our office today; their pattering feet bustling with the joy of a new discovery.

And, never to be dissuaded – they fearlessly sidle up, transfixed by the whirring spinning dots of a high tech computer screen.

“Can you make it green like my Mommy’s eyes,” the youngest boy pleads. And just like that, a spark of wonderment illuminates the air.

I must say, I somewhat ‘envy’ the arduousness of their task – rising each morning for the singular purpose of revealing…

A ‘climbing tree’ to the right of our building, and a car ‘that goes really, really fast.’

And don’t forget the strawberry frosted donuts left on a table in the downstairs break room – “With sprinkles!” a pony-tailed ‘princess’ vigorously exclaims.

As I sit here, I’m reminded of Longfellow’s musings; between the dark and daylight, when the night is just beginning to lower…a pause that is the Children’s hour.

So, come now…please share in their joy.

Namaste ❤

“Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations,
That is known as the Children’s Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O’er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!”