"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Hammering wind, from Chocolate Paper, 1902

1. I'm properly bundled for the bitter cold, but the wind catches me off guard. My mind reels for a moment when a gust smashes into me, wondering, what does one do if the wind blows the body over? Do I relax and go with it or fight to stay standing?
2. I ate the last two chocolates. One was sea salt caramel and I wished there were more.
3. Enjoying another indulgence, the BBC mini-series, Berkeley Square. Perfect for long, dark, cold winter evenings. I imagine how I would handle myself if I were that nanny. I relate better to the nannies and servants rather than the lady of the house.

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