Being able to enjoy this moment without the dreadful knowledge that a plane ride is about to dilute it with 5000 km of loneliness. There’s a certain je ne sais quoi to a comfortable routine, when that routine is made of organic love and called home. It’s soft, and it’s warm and it’s cozy and slow and languorous and plush. It’s ours.
What it’s all about
July 22, 2009