The Week I Listened to My Kettle
The kettle took four minutes to boil. I know, because I waited the whole time.
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The kettle took four minutes to boil. I know, because I waited the whole time.
"It is so easy to begin summer at a sprint. I want to remember that summer doesn't need to be an event; it can just be a season."
The screen door let out that familiar, dry creak as it swung shut behind me, the air outside already smelling of warm pine and cut grass. It was only 8:30 AM, but the sun was hitting the kitchen floorboards with a lazy strength that promised a hot afternoon. I stood there barefoot, a glass of water in hand, realizing my mind had already raced three hours ahead to a list of tasks that didn't actually need my attention yet. It is so easy to begin summer at a sprint.
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It was a cool Thursday evening, the kind where the dampness lingers in the air and you find yourself reaching for a sweater you thought you'd put away for the season. I pulled the beige cardigan tighter around my shoulders and looked at the nightstand, which currently resembles a small bookstore that has suffered a minor geological event. Resting right on top was a book I bought last winter but didn't open until now: Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times by Katherine May.