At some point we must have all had it right, before we began shaping it /
holding it up to each other and explaining it. There is a reason we love
campfires and flashlights, treehouses and bicycles, and why they are drawn over
and again with different lines and with different spirits and why we continue to
find comfort in them / sometimes joy / sometimes everything. I will meet you
outside at dusk and we can go anywhere. We can go anywhere we like with cold
fingertips and everything echoing and imagine that at home there are still
dinners going cold in houses filled with yellow light.
I haven't had much time to sit and relax this week, having just started on my new job (!) in the home furnishings/lifestyle industry. It has been exhilarating to say the least. So reading the above passage, found in the
Tiny Showcase newsletter (always such a lovely read), takes me somewhere really nice and comforting. When things get a little less new and exciting, I hope I'll have the spare time to sit by the ornamental lake they're creating in the park fronting my house, and finish reading my copy of
Anna Karenina. That's something to look forward to isn't it? It has been the subject of my daydreams.