Surprising snowy white Sunday morning after 6-days work week. Early outside-breakfast-seeking walk. Sun. Snow melting. A spontaneous visit in a bookstore, found few treasures by my favourite Marquez and Vargas Llosa. Back home. No radio on, the sound of the melting snow drops around in the neigbourhood. A pile of new books awaiting. A deserved quiet Sunday.
Thinking about my friend Sylvia on the way. She lives in London and has a birthday today. Would be great to share such a meditative moment with her, haven’t done this for a long time together. Used to do it. A big hug, Sylvia!