There’s a magical time of day, when the last moments of night blend with the light of a new dawn. It happens an hour before sunrise. The dark sky is still lingering, ready for its transformation, and this is my favourite time to walk. In the beginning, the path is just light enough to see, …
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The Therapy of Air
Yesterday I was busy. I know, for a Sunday, it seems criminal. I did so many chores and errands before Midday I could have given Cinderella a run for her money. Yet the afternoon didn’t hold much better. For some reason, the entire nation seemed to be at the same supermarket as me. I haven’t …