Happiness forgets

"Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it."

- Jacques Prévert 

- Almost there! Currently knee-deep in revision materials (and a mix of excitement and angst, washing over an already crumbling shore). But in the midst of chaos, there is always room for quietude, thoughts and happiness. 

In the transition period, I -
wear: a gray tshirt, jeans, a relaxed blazer, loafers (and a set of swimming kit in my bag on demand)
listen to: Charlotte Gainsbourg, bbc radio 4's Gardener's Question Time (it is mesmerising)
read: Ruby Tandoh's new column in Elle: Dinner Party Philosopher (I aspire too to be one)
look forward to: artisan wine! Picnic season, Matisse's cut outs at Tate Modern, flat-hunting (dreaming of herringbone floor), our wilderness adventure :)

One, one last push. Wish me luck!

x

In the mood

In a blink of the eye we floated from April to July. I am now reborn; soaking up the sun, swimming in the ponds (supremely cold, but invigorating), reading books, waking up to humming jazz and wild landscapes (and sometimes on a chilled summer's night we wore a woollen jumper & started a fire), slowly and steadily falling in love. I am never so sure before - this is really all I need. An inner joy and peace that stays, a skirt that floats like butterfly while I bike.

In summer, I -
wear: either a white or breton shirt, navy skirt, chestnut brown leather loafters, a singular dainty gold bracelet
listen to: the sound of the sea, various Spotify playlists, Louis Armstrong Five
read: Roger Deakin's Waterlog, Miranda July (but most of the time I am just lazily watching le tour de france)

look forward to: travelling and trekking in Northern Vietnam, wearing a straw hat and eat pho at dusk

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Winter is...

warm. If you stay indoor and curl up in-between the duvets with a cup of hojicha tea and your feet up, or if you keep walking and treading on the road, in the woods, through the rows of stars.

In winter, I -
wear: thick tights, hats, mittens, a Mulberry woolen scarf in the colour of midnight claret
listen to: She & Him Christmas album, Mumford & Sons, my own ukelele playing
read: Paul Auster's Winter Journal, Robert Macfarlane's The Old Ways: A Journey on foot, Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep
want: nothing - I have no wish list but only wish for peace & quiet & thankfulness and love in my heart.

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