Returning to the old bed to sleep and waking up with satisfaction. The sun is hitting my face and I curl up like a cat on a window sill, soaking it up. I then retire to read Donna Tartt’s ‘The Secret History’ to become what I read. Love the solitude, the way the book absorbs me and tickles my imagination. I am oblivious to the noise scattered around – seems somewhat meditative.
I am here. This very moment. Living & loving it!