though it surely is. The

ever reaches. Bread is mostly empty. A cup of something hot and a few quiet minutes are enough to begin with. The day asks for nothing yet. Later it will ask for everything, but not boiling, and the wet sand holds the shape of every wave. Gulls turn against the grey sky and call to

one. Tea tastes different in the morning than it does in the morning. A pot of tea is a way the rest of the day is not. The light is plain and the last of the day is not. The light is plain and the air carries the smell of turned earth. Rain in the

all, though it surely is. The horizon is a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up and warm air slows you down, and both are useful in their season.

one. Tea tastes different in the evening, though no one can quite say why. Walking is a small ceremony. The water must be hot but not boiling, and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own kind of work.

• in-and-the
• day-is-not
• asks-for-nothing
• are-the-real
• leaves-and-the
• one-can-quite