Weathers Barn Wood, A Rusty Railroad Tie, And A Familiar Book
I am growing fond of the quiet, rustic nature that has become my morning. In solitude, I sit near a table made of old, weathered barn wood. My paperweight is a rusty railroad tie. The familiar scent of coffee seeps from a favorite mug near a classic book revisited, together with the nearby sound of water cascading from a fountain – the ritual consumes me. And, so it is. I now feel I can take on this day.
But to be candid without ostentation or design— to take the good of everybody’s character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad— belongs to you alone.”
-Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice