better a handful with tranquillity

In the little summer cottage, freezing because summer is gone, I feed the fire with sticks and wrap myself in all the woollen things I can find. I make a mug of instant coffee. Then I power up my laptop and work for a couple of hours. The sea outside the window, the heat of the fire at my back. A job I actually enjoy (so rare in this world).

So I marvel at how lucky I am.

Then I worry a little bit. Because I always worry. But just a little, today.