Today has been a quiet sort of postcard writing day. A day for throwing open the windows to let the wind in. A day for long walks to the post office and sitting under weeping willows reading The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a ship of her own making. A day for writing and taking long sips of citrus & ginkgo green tea. A day to sit right in the middle of the strange and solemn thing that is a moment and simply enjoy the view.