slower doesn't mean less | auditing my summer

Currently romanticizing: breezy mornings. Hi friend. As I write this, it's one of those rare cooler summer days—the kind where you can throw open every window in the house and let the wind swirl in. Our house is 126 years old, and sometimes in the dog days of summer I swear I can feel the weight of those years gathering in the corners, the air conditioning no match for the staleness that's seeped into the floorboards. But not so today: today, the breeze is sweeping everything out, the...