And I dream for just about anyone

On my way to spend the afternoon and evening with the triplets, i.e. my niece and the twins, I saw a pair of small children walking down the street. They looked like a brother and sister, her slightly older and taller; she was wearing her coat backwards with the hood drawn over her face and her arms stuck out through the sleeves zombie-style and he was guiding her with a hand at her elbow. I gathered a moment later that the adults at the end of the block were parents waiting for them, but it was still a real moment of who ordered Britten's The Turn of the Screw. Later on I saw a sunset that looked like it wanted to be in an '80's sci-fi film. A carefully cookie-tinned cake from minoanmiss was waiting for me when I got home.