a journal entry | 23/01/2018
I had wanted to get up early and go on a walk by 9 or 9:30am at the latest. I never really get to experience the morning at its purest, and I guess I just wanted to today. But I didn’t get out of the house till 10:30am, which was still okay.
I wish I could constantly live in just mornings and evenings. Mornings are so quiet and peaceful. Fresh. They haven’t yet had the chance to dry out in the sun.
The sun is warm without burning and the shade is cool without making me shiver. I don’t usually like to say things are perfect but, mornings at this time of year are pretty perfect. At least to me.
Even nature sounds more quiet that during the rest of the day.
Mornings are slow. Like evenings. I wish I could always live slowly, instead of constantly being caught up in the rush. Sometimes I wish I could live in moments, because moments are always slower than time. I wish I could constantly live in the frozen moments of mornings.
Here are some photos I took yesterday morning’s walk:
bird on a pole.
lots of pictures of the same red flowers.
and some pink flowers.
the last two flowers along a fence.
some pictures that serve no real purpose but I like the focus.
hoping no strangers walk past.
preparing for a brawl (not really but it looks like they’re circling each other).
and finally some peppercorns.