In Defence of a Rainy Afternoon
Some of the best hours are the ones the weather chooses for you.
I Started Writing Letters Again
Slower than a message, and somehow it says more.
My To-Read Pile Is a Self-Portrait
Tell me what you mean to read and I will tell you who you hope to be.
The Same Walk, Every Day, On Purpose
The route never changes, which is exactly why I keep noticing new things.
The Small Ceremony of Afternoon Tea
Four o clock, a kettle, and a brief, civilising pause.