Yesterday I was up before the sun rose, looking at the wet sheen across the tarmacked road. There was deep tissue serenity in that, giving me a spacious mind as the world painted itself into existence, ever so slowly. And, I didn’t check my phone. There were rooftops glistening, tree trunks shining, green leaves sparkling, grass with raindrops and clay grey sky. Peace, was all around. It turned out to be a cosy weather day, one that curled itself around people as they moved through the weekend, being, doing and being some more. Or doing, being and doing some more.
Sunrise, digital re-route & cosy day food
Sunrise, digital re-route & cosy day food
Sunrise, digital re-route & cosy day food
Yesterday I was up before the sun rose, looking at the wet sheen across the tarmacked road. There was deep tissue serenity in that, giving me a spacious mind as the world painted itself into existence, ever so slowly. And, I didn’t check my phone. There were rooftops glistening, tree trunks shining, green leaves sparkling, grass with raindrops and clay grey sky. Peace, was all around. It turned out to be a cosy weather day, one that curled itself around people as they moved through the weekend, being, doing and being some more. Or doing, being and doing some more.