A slow autumn morning
Autumn mornings here start slowly, and I have stopped fighting it.
A personal journal, updated now and then
Autumn mornings here start slowly, and I have stopped fighting it.
We spent two slow days in the valley and did almost nothing, on purpose.
This year I decided to finally learn to draw again.
The path along the lake is quieter than I remembered.
I have been thinking about learning a language a lot lately, so here are a few notes.
I gave up on slow travel a few years ago, and this month I started over.
This winter I finally made a dent in the pile of books next to my bed.
Bread baking has taught me more about patience than anything else this year.