Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. – Kurt Vonnegut
my tiny island
21.01.2020
+++ a run that was harder than i anticipated – every invisible flame within me burned itself to ash in the heat of the early evening sun. at the shoreline, the anticipation of a swim to follow the previous hour’s excursion tugs at me with the intensity of a siren. the water feels deliciously good […]
11.01.2020
+++ a day of simple pleasures … beach walks + multiple sea swims + solitary pursuits + a bowl of tomatoes on the table + summer fruit shrubs + laundry + flowers from my mother-in-law’s garden + dinner outside + jungle book radio
first and last
+++ first swim of the season on the last day of the month
morning | evening
today i’m re-imagining what my weekdays would look like without a commute. wondering when this current season will end and how much of me will be left when its over. today, the parts of me that are playful and fun and adventurous are hard to hear. so i’m listening hard and hungrily for the clues […]