Three beautiful things most days.
1. To pick up a few ginkgo leaves -- bright yellow, ridged like fingertips.
2. Small battenberg cakes for tea: pink and yellow and very, very sweet.
3. Through the blind slats, the duck egg blue fades out of the sky.
1. In the small hours, oppressed by the dark and by thoughts of what is to come, I am profoundly grateful to all authors of lightweight fict...
