Roses, Louise Erdrich, tiny oil painting of the Carpathian Mountains, and a gang of rowdy Steller's jays. That's what I thought about this morning.

Perfectly said. Thank you, @yiyunLi

So good.

It is solved by swimming. Sometimes.

It is solved by swimming. Sometimes.

A beautiful essay. Thank you for it.

A friend in the Netherlands took many pounds to a place which pressed them into cider.

Loved it.

"And the little ferry to Bowen Island, white in blue water, under blue mountains, a wake of ripples behind it, was everything I felt too. That arrivals and departures are long, beginning and ending with water."

"And the little ferry to Bowen Island, white in blue water, under blue mountains, a wake of ripples behind it, was everything I felt too. That arrivals and departures are long, beginning and ending with water."