The morning was dark yet not frosty like the mornings last week. The darkness called for candlelight in the kitchen and the porch. Lanterns lit I went to the mailbox for the paper and wondered where it was. Then I remember that it was All Saints’ yesterday, a holiday and no paper published nor delivered today. Turning to my device it was delightful to see that my daily paper is publishing an online version today. The slow Sunday morning saved!
The breakfast then – energizing and warming juice of an orange, two carrots, few slices of ginger and olive oil. Stomach-filling oatmeal with spelt, chocolate nibs and dried apricot and cranberry. A pot of Lavazza Oro, hot and intense.
The sun is up but not out. Seems like the day has not yet began although it’s almost eleven. The street is quiet and quite opposite to the bustle of yesterday with people coming and going, on their way to dinners, parties, family and friends, and to the graveyard to light a candle to the dear ones passed away.