A perfect minute.

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It actually felt like the first flush of summer for a perfect minute this morning. Dry-skinned and clammy-palmed from efficient all-night heating, I guiltily opened my window. Breezeless, the unseasonably mild air flooded over me. The countryside said “good morning” with lazily cooing pigeons and idly tittering blue tits, with the soft scent of lush… Continue reading A perfect minute.

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The more things change…

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Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. For a long time I didn't really understand this quote, attributed to Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr and meaning the more things change, the more things stay the same. Honestly, I still don't think I do, but it has a ring of truth? credence? awareness? about it, particularly when… Continue reading The more things change…

Reading Recommendations

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I am ending the year in the same way as it began: by the fire with a book. There is no question that I have done more reading than anything else this year. I have always been a voracious reader, greedy for fantasy escapism early on, then historical fiction and more recently finding a home… Continue reading Reading Recommendations