In the morning as I make breakfast I like to leave the door open, open to the air and the unknown of the day. In the evening I am one to eat dinner on the porch despite the fact that Warren is always eaten alive by bugs. I like to be open to the shift in light and temperature, to the way the maple leaves touch the porch, and the lull that summer promises.
"Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That's where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go."
―Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
―Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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