Not so long ago and not so far away, my father was my teacher. I learned from him in different ways; through lesson, observation and emulation. Amongst so many other things, he taught me to swim, I watched him work, and I copied his writing. His was a glinting calm presence, a wordless reassurance that … Continue reading Barefoot in the City.
Yesterday was a good day. To be clear, I do see most days that way; I can usually find occasion to smile and moments of gratitude. Unusually, yesterday was aware how good it was, too, and reminded me frequently. Now, it's almost daylight when I leave the house in the morning, telling me Spring is … Continue reading Sunset on a Good Day