A Stroll in the Early Quiet
I continue to be charmed by Our Town. Mr Sweetie was away in the Netherlands last night, so I woke up on my own this morning, and after a gentle interval of sipping a single cup of coffee, I dressed and went out to get some danishes. The weather is pretty clear, the sun not quite yet risen over the surrounding buildings, the air still crisp from the night before. I walked across our square, breathing in the peace and drinking in the sight of the buildings around the square, the church, the townhall, the various shops that make up the center of Our Town. A neighbor once described this moment as a feeling of owning the town, and he's right - one moves in the quiet is if through one's very own estate, at least for as long as a lack of people keeps the illusion.

And the danishes were just lovely.