When the weather is good —which is most often not the case —the city feels like a big birthday party. We had lunch in front of a canal and walked home. Happy days.
This is the bookshop in the street where we live. Every time I walk by, I stop. To enjoy it. To pay my respect to the authors. I admire them and seeing the covers gives me the impuse I need to finish my own book. I am working on it every day.
This is my walking & writing 30-day challenge : To go for a walk every day - even if it is 10 minutes - and spot something small and big at the same time. Some insignificant that could have a deeper meaning. Something that allows me to sharpen the power of humble observation; the magic of looking at the city with the eyes of a small girl, because the older I get the more I want to remain that small girl. Here is my first example: a flower asking the bike to take it for a ride to celebrate that the spring has come to town.
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