Monday, January 18, 2021

Hazelnut milk, wet woods and rest.

1. There is hazelnut milk to put in my coffee.
2. The woods are unpleasant, wet and muddy, and consequently not as crowded as usual. 
3. I have floated through the weekend in a leisure dream of home improvement TV and Carcassone and jigsaw pieces. On Sunday evening I find myself filling my pen to work at my writing. That, I suppose, is the subtle power of rest.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...