Small splashes of neon gold confirm that this year, the fields behind us are pregnant with canola; this desk at which I’m sat, built by Deema and painted yellow will, in a few weeks, soften naturally into these surroundings.
Living in the center of most noise, I’m no longer used to the quiet of suburbs. For most of the early evening, I sat at the window listening to the only sounds available – rain, and birds. Lethbridge, for this moment in time, brings with it a welcome peace.
Today, I am grateful for:
1. Late night slumber parties buoyed by hysterical laughter.
2. Slow-moving mornings begun in a cool room, beneath a sea of covers.
3. Morning coffee had at 2pm in the afternoon.
Lethbridge | Day 205 | June 23, 2019