On running and (not) writing
A couple of weeks ago, I took up running. I'm not exactly sure why. I'm not an athletic person by nature, and running had always felt like the sort of activity I'd dislike. To me it seemed overly focused on speed and power and pushing limits. I prefer nudging limits,…
Some York, but mostly London.
If you've been reading my blogs for a while, you may have seen me write about this before (sorry to repeat myself). This time of year I can't help but note the date and think back. After three years it's habitual. Berlin, my brother's wedding, then my husband and I…
First birds.
Common grackle. Red-winged blackbird. Cardinal. My favourite sounds, the sounds I remember from childhood camping trips, from walks around the neighbourhood, from lazy dreamy days. I note their return almost suddenly, just before dawn. My eyes open in the dark and I'm in mid-thought. I hear the birds outside, fluttering…
Spring sounds
A small slice of the quotidian: Today, the last day of a long weekend, is quiet and lazy. Through the open balcony door there's the sound of faraway cars, and the occasional curl of wind that's promisingly un-chilling. On the other side of the wall I hear my neighbour belting out…
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