A grey, damp morning for Day 4 of our little retreat.
Some ‘sticky notes’ to remind me of life, and little clemencies…
Someone to watch over me. Lucy by my side.
Muesli. Yes. The ability to eat this crunchy, texturally eclectic and considerably challenging concoction is testament to being alive.
The view of green by my temporary workspace. It is not spectacular, unlike the “million-dollar-view” of the bay and the water, but it represents respite to me.
And Lucy. Always. Lucy.