Three beautiful things most days.
1. Ahead of me there are footprints in the dew.
2. The children are so thrilled by the cliff-hanger that they ask if they can read the next chapter to me.
3. To vanish into work so completely that an hour passes in minutes.
1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...
