Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and we’ve come down to the bay to say goodbye to August. There’s a wind blowing from the south, so I’ve tucked us around the corner at the back of a secret cove. It’s calmer here, and it gives us more room to watch time sweep across the water.
“August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
—Tove Jansson
On our way we go,
Clara
