I needed to slow down.
Our dog, lying in front of the blazing hearth, lifted his head for a moment, looking at me wearingly, then sighed deeply and let his head fall back on the floor, resuming his dog dreams.
Silence. Only the sound of the crackling logs in the fire, the almost boiling water for my tea and my breath going in and out.
Silence. Only the sound of the crackling logs in the fire, the almost boiling water for my tea and my breath going in and out.