Tag: 6am walks
Will there ever be a time when I sleep past 5am?
At the cafe that mercifully opens early (bless the sleepless hearts of the people who work there), and even has a fireplace and a tent outside in the back with a pile of toys and books, for some reason, in Dutch, a pair of dudes with binoculars walked in.
When I grow up, I might become a birder after all.
Lilacs to spring are what Christmas trees are to winter, filling the air with unmistakable and giddy anticipation of nice things to come.
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