two hundred and ninety three

I am grateful to a kind estate agent who allowed us to sneak into the house that is nearly our new home this evening to see the sunset and share a glass of bubbles. And for how right it felt.

two hundred and ninety two

2 November. I am grateful for a gentle squeeze from a friend. For her compassion, her genuine ongoing support and her authenticity. And for the solidarity of a silly pink wig. Year after fabulous year.

two hundred and ninety one

 

It’s fabulous to be out of your comfort zone. I am grateful to be learning something new from a talented gentleman who so willingly and so ably shares his wisdom, his knowledge and his talent. I am gaining so much, the least of which so far is an understanding of f-stops, shutter speeds and ISO’s. The experience is even sweeter because I’m sharing it with someone who understands exactly what my raised eyebrow means from the other side of the table. No words needed.