A page from a small vintage book I bought years ago (because I liked the cover) called 'A Gift From The Sea' by Anne Morrow.
The whole time I have had it I have never opened it, it was just sat on my shelf looking pretty. But the other day I finally noticed it again and I was surprised how beautiful the writing was... I especially loved this text about being alone.
It also turns our Anne Morrow has quite the story behind her.
I just love it when simple, almost mindless acts turn out to have much more depth and connection to them. Happy Sunday x