As I wake up, there’s quite an atmospheric ambiance with raindrops drumming on the skylight above my bed. It’s still a bit dark, and when one of the garbage trucks passes by my house it shakes just a little. It isn’t just winter, it feels like it too. Every year seems to bring at least one day in which I wake up and things feel slightly different than before. I get out of the regular flow and realise I’m here, in the now, and just enough pieces of the mess-of-a-puzzle that’s in my head suddenly fall into place.
Time to write my very first blog. …
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