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#430 Equilibrium

I’ve written a bit about balance recently, both literal and metaphorical. Lately, in addition to just contemplating balance, I’ve been considering the loss of it, and its recovery. Like when your bike wheel hits an uneven edge of concrete at a bad angle, triggering a split second of pure fear and adrenaline as your body…

Day #103 A Grand Soft Day

It is crisp and breezy. The trees around the worn out basketball court are rustling (actually, I want to use my favourite word that I learned from Terry Pratchett here – susurrating). The sky is mostly grey but is occasionally punctuated by diffused sunshine that makes it through the thinner parts of the cloud cover.…