Let’s Celebrate the moments where nothing happens. The moments that fill our lives. Not the field bright with poppies, but the times you walked, seeing no leaves, no sky, only one foot after another. We are sleeping (it’s not midnight and there is no dream). We enter a room - no one is in it. We run a tap, queue to buy a stamp. These are the straw moments that give substance to our astonishments; moments the homesick dream of; the bereaved, the diagnosed.