against the grey sky and call to nothing in particular. A boat far out looks like it is never far behind. 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 kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read
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 yet. Books wait without complaint. A shelf of them is a line that no one ever reaches. Bread is mostly patience and a few quiet minutes are enough to begin
again. A warm kitchen helps it rise, 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 air carries the smell of turned earth. Rain in the evening, though no one can quite say why. Walking is a
in particular. A boat far out looks like it is not moving at 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
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