Shoulders

When I was a kid I used to love sitting on a big person's shoulders. I loved the precarious safety of it and suddenly being tall and able to see for what seemed like miles.

Now I'm a big person, there's no shoulders to safely, or even precariously, be carried on. Which is a shame. Especially when the urge to suddenly be tall and see for miles comes upon me.

But hey, the imagination in a wonderful thing. And an image that's seen me through a few tricky patches this week has been just that. Sitting on the shoulders of a big person.

It's been a week of meetings and conversations. Some taxing, some freeing. Some full of details, some of panaramic views.

So tonight I'm very tired but it's a peaceful tiredness. Like the tiredness of a kid who's been carried tall and seen for what seems like miles.

So good to have had that feeling of safety in precarious moments. And so glad to be at home now and just about ready to sleep.