Could you never tell a lie? Not even a small one. How you are, what you think, what you need.
I listened to a podcast this week about that. Someone who made a promise to do that. She lost a lot, she said.
And gained everything.
We are in lockdown still.
How is the sun even hotter?
I think quite often of how much I miss winter. How we will leave and go back to another summer.
Winter is when we go inside, get quiet. It's so much more than cold.
I've been living in summer for too long.
How do I make my own winter?