+++ where light is not to be sought after, but to be noticed where quiet is a breath of warm air on a frosty window pane where twilight hears the rushing of feathers settling into flight where my heart slows down and i can breathe again
this & that
the empty room
It is the last day of their stay. They’ve done London (well… as much of it can be done in a week). It’s a hot one and we catch the train to Richmond, then a bus to Richmond park. After a walk, some of us barefoot, we stop at a nearby gastropub for lunch, then […]