That first taste of my end-of-day beer, which is always the moment when the anxiety starts to leach out of me, like sweat cooling on the skin.
— Jo Ann Beard, Festival Days (Little, Brown & Company, March 16, 2021)
Photo: Elevate via Pexels
Saturday Morning
March 5, 2022 by 23 Comments
Photos: DK @ Daybreak. 5:55 to 6:27 am, March 5, 2022. 25° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
T.G.I.F.
January 7, 2022 by 40 Comments
Snow had started falling from the Illinois sky, white crystallizations of water as pure as he felt… His thoughts had slowed to a happy medium, no slower than that, not yet. He stood for a moment on the sidewalk, amid the melting snowflakes, and wished the world could just stand still.
— Jonathan Franzen, Crossroads: A Novel (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, October 5, 2021)
Photos: DK @ Daybreak. 6:15 to 6:435 am, January 7, 2022. 28° F, feels like 17° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (More pictures from this morning here.)
Sunday Afternoon
January 2, 2022 by 25 Comments
I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday.
It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain.
You can feel the silent and invisible life.
— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead: A Novel
Notes: Quote via Mythology of Blue. Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 7:21 am, January 2, 2022. 52° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning here.
I like Sunday Nights
September 5, 2021 by 49 Comments
It’s Sunday. I like Sunday nights, and this particular time always puts me in a good mood…
A transition into Monday, a waiting room.
Sunday Morning
June 20, 2021 by 20 Comments
T.G.I.F.
June 18, 2021 by 37 Comments
I know enough to realize that any reprieve my body is granted is only ever temporary. The body has an expiration date, and for those of us who care enough to forge on, to race the clock, much of our life’s work has to do with keeping that date at bay with maintenance, with spit and Band-Aids and all the laughter and intimacy and love we can cram into any twenty-four-hour day.
— Gina Frangello, Blow Your House Down: A Story of Family, Feminism, and Treason (Counterpoint, April 6, 2021)
Photo: Rodney Smith (via seemoreandmore)
5:00 PM Bell!
March 19, 2021 by 16 Comments
Saturday Afternoon
January 30, 2021 by 63 Comments
Sully visiting this weekend. (Feels like 10° F outside)
Sunday Morning
January 24, 2021 by 26 Comments
How many times have you noticed that it’s the little quiet moments in the midst of life that seem to give the rest extra-special meaning.
— Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers
Notes:
- Photo: DK, Daybreak. 7:35 am. Jan 24, 2020. 20° F, feels like 7° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
- Quote Source: Thank you The Hammock Papers
Saturday Afternoon
January 2, 2021 by 14 Comments
What can be better than to get a book out on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away until next week.
— C.S. Lewis, The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Volume 1. Family Letters, 1905-1931
Quote Source: delta-breezes
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