my arms and feet are bare again. the toes, all white and lost without their socks. each time, each change of season is like for the first time. there’s something so special about the grey, springy light. how easily we forget. even though i have been missing the nordic winters, especially this year, i now feel happy with the warmth. yesterday i took a long walk in the forest, fell asleep on a little meadow, and woke up with a few new freckles on my nose.
i am baking and doing. eating candies and organizing the closet. i have favorite shirts that i simply can’t throw away.
and an urban week is about to start again, from tomorrow morning. i am trying to stay optimistic about it. yes i can do it, whiskers up!