
The house to myself on this beautiful cold, blustery day.

A night walk to the source after a stay-at-home day.
(If you use a magnifying glass you may be able to see Venus)

Catching the last of the light while picking marjoram for the moussaka I am cooking tonight.

Finding my place in the new constellation.

Being visited by Loupi while sitting in the sun with my notebook and picnic.
Doug Neill‘s routine.

Inspired but also a little overwhelmed by an influx of writer-talk, and taking a walk to let it settle.
Allowing myself to play with my story.
Not making much progress with my writing but crossing bridges on a walk to Roquefere.

Appreciating the dog-eared, disordered and shambolic aspects of being.

A slow Sunday, walking and thinking about timelessness.