A stream of boiled water over coffee grounds made in five minutes of quiet. A favorite pen across a page. A brief evening with a friend. A dog barking, some sunset, a grounding sound — some joy, savored.
The season arrives. Coolness comes. Already the days diminish in daylight. Already I feel a grief creep in, favoring the full days’ heat and sunlight. Look up to see the glimmer of the river, instead. The steadiness and gift of minutes, the currents as they change — these joys of nature, these reminders of life’s insistence. See the structures of buildings, of wonder, this city as the season slowly takes form.
Today's letter, a riff on the season, slowly shifting, and practices for writing to ground down.
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