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the comfort of normal days

I’ve just come in from my morning walk and I’m typing with one hand because my dog is nudging my other arm, desperate for a scratch behind the ears. It’s properly cold overnight now but we are yet to light the fire. Still, the drop into true autumn has begun: wool socks on feet, apples stewing on the stovetop, muddy paw prints on the floorboards.

The early morning skies have been so clear that I walk in moonlight along the beach where today, the penguins were calling in their rookery; crying like toddlers looking for their mum. There are many moments on this early jaunt when I think about how nice it will be to return to the warmth of the house and sit at my desk, sipping a cup of tea. Would the tea be as good if I hadn’t walked in the cold first? Probably not.