Letter from Laura (November, 2024)
Braisin’ moves for stewy nights, perfect little daikon pickles for some light, embracing the dark, and more…
I have just aborted a morning walk because about 15 minutes out of the gate it started to pour. Now I’m back home inside, sitting with the door open looking out at the relentless shower and listening to its sheets-blowing-in-the-wind sound effects and percussive drops hitting the stones of the walkway in the background. No excus…