As the sun sets, and the afternoon advances, the bedroom changes. A stirring beneath the duvet, a flickering of dust in the slanting sunlight, a reluctant sigh. The luxury of an hour or so beneath the sun should not be so quickly dismissed. It can feed the soul, and match more complicated and costly methods of calm. Now that the days are growing longer, there are more opportunities to find such pockets of tranquility.
Having had a day job for most of my adult life, I never take such moments for granted. Beauty like this gets me through the day. The memory of it sustains until a new memory can be made. It is the promise of possibility.Back to Blog