Tiny dancer

The girls are back together;  one down from Dublin the other down from Toulouse; a combination of various events, like planets aligning.

Jasmine is driving, Mu is in the front seat.  Jo and I are behind kicking the seats in front of us and asking if there is far to go.

Ed is playing Castle on the Hill and all of a sudden we're in a song and we're driving at 90 down country lanes and we're watching the sunset and somewhere around these parts there is always a castle, ruined or not, on a hill and then I catch my daughter in the wing mirror.  My tiny dancer.