I have spent all week waiting for rain. We have been surprised by some twice: once, through the open doors of a pub where we were making our way through the weekly quiz. It was dark and breezy and the smell of it was glorious - metallic and wild, like relief. Last night we stood outside my sister’s house and smelled more rain than we felt. Very little, if any, has hit the garden.
As I wrote earlier this week, I’m hungry for space and gradually I have been taking it, pushing myself into corners of rest and slumber. I’ve also been making to-do lists; my desk carries three of them, in open notebooks and other things, at any one time. I find them calming. Somewhere between is a balance. In the short while I’ve spent away from social media I’ve read books and felt my brain expand a little; I’ve felt myself breathe into gaps of conversation at the breakfast table and entertain wild plans before dawn. It won’t last long, I’m not naive, but I’m determined to inhabit it while it does. There will be more here, but less elsewhere. If you’re curious, then subscribe - I’m hatching new plans for paying members. Otherwise, good chewy things from this week below: