stars they come and go

Go slowly. Notice the first moments of sunrise that illuminate the bedroom making orange specks on the floor. Be still in these first breaths of the day. Open the cabinet with a gentle hand picking out a mug like its the most delicate glass. Sip morning tea like it’s a magic potion from the earth. Put on a big wool sweater and bask in the comfort of it. Pack your bag so you know where to find things later. Drive the speed limit. Wave with a smile when they accidentally cut you off. You want to be past this depression? Do the thing your mom has told you since you were little: slow down. So that you can notice what’s around you, not just what’s in your head.

Moon Shadows, Serbia

lake trestle.

- Fernando Pessoa, The book of disquiet

NGC 3572, Dusty Rainbow

Nigt View of the Corner of Dean Street Soho, London 1955 (BIPs/Hutton archives)

It’s only half of the story, Sarah van Rij