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Postcards #111 from the light

This last weekend of February we went up to the mountains and almost got sunburnt in a sky center. Then we drove to Seu d’Urgell to sleep there.

Long drives. Short periods of sleep. As some children had problems to sleep at the stranger’s house.

Sunday was about finding the light and those precious moments wherein I could have small pieces of disconnection, rest, and could be alone.

Looking for a park to play football, we found a little river. I escaped and jumping from rocks to rocks walked into the center of the playful stream. Peace was the water, the light, the rocks, the wind, the skin-kissing sun.

Nature is the best painter of light.

And the best poet.

And I was a little thief of moments to let myself be washed by these little wonders. It worthed every second.

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What are those wonders you steal for yourself silently? Find some, every day ❤

xx

2 thoughts on “Postcards #111 from the light”

  1. Estimada Anna Sólyom,
    Acabo de veure’t en el programa d’en Sebastià d’Arbó, i penso comprar el teu llibre.
    Gràcies per escriure.

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