Saturday Morning

He wakes to find his wife lying on her stomach,
the children on top of her,
one on her back,
the other on her buttocks.
They are sleeping on her, clinging, head to foot.
Their presence absolves him, slowly he grows content.
This world, its birds in their feathers,
its sunlight … reason, at least for the moment.
It consoles him.
He is warm, potent, filled with impregnable joy.

~ James Salter, Light Years



  1. Ohhhhh, so cozy!

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  2. Fantastic

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  3. A perfect morning.

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  4. “Their presence absolves him.”
    It’s a prayer, a confessional.

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  5. a perfect moment. Love it David. ❤
    Diana xo

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  6. Reminds me of a bunch of puppies after playtime flopped all over their mother.

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