weekend correspondence

saturday morning • bob moses on repeat • the oven cooling after an early morning croissant bake • i discover hilarious and inspiring things that i share with friends and family, howling with laughter so hard i’m crying • i contemplate the immeasurable value of a friendship that has spanned both continental divides and decades of living • i watch ottolenghi masterclasses, tucked up on the sofa whilst the rain in the afternoon anoints the garden, transforming its hue to the deep green only saturated soil can transmit.

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sunday, legs draped out the side of the bed. a futile attempt to stay cool in this humid weather • we clean the studio & make up the guest bed, then strip the sheets from ours • washing machine & drier called into duty to revitalise fabrics used for slumber • the first of the season’s cicadas choose today’s heat as the warmth they need to begin their cacophony for the summer • milo moves from shade to shade on the outdoor furniture, grumbling quietly when forced to relocate • we swim, letting the cool sea wash away sweat and irritability • umbrella up, the deck at home becomes our sanctuary space for the afternoon • nic and i drift in and out of each others orbit, too hot to be touched, close enough to feel loved • for the first time in a few weeks, maybe even a few months, i allow myself to rest, truly rest, in the liminal spaces.