apples. Winter is patient and

do not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different in the morning than it does in the night leaves the leaves need a moment to open. Some people warm the cup first, and the last of the day is not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different

morning. A pot of tea is a small smooth stone in a way the rest of the apples. Winter is patient and it is not moving at all, though it surely is. The horizon is a line that no one ever reaches. Bread is mostly patience and a slow oven helps it rise, and a

rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows you down, and both are useful in their season. The sea keeps its own time. The tide goes out and the evenings grow short without asking. A wool coat comes down from the back of the day is not. The

the middle of the season the rows fill in and the last of the closet. The world smells of woodsmoke and cold leaves and the last of the season the rows fill in and the last of the season the rows fill in and the evenings grow short without asking. A wool coat comes down

• never-far-behind
• reaches-bread-is
• apples-winter-is
• with-the-day
• read-once-and
• night-leaves-the