Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Friday, November 14th, 2015

Snails Pace

After getting up to hit the gym and then coming home and taking a nap, I moved about the house this morning at a snails pace. That is what days off are for. There is no rushing about to be done. Just slow. Easy. Lovely.


Some people own cottages by the ocean. Some of us borrow them for a couple days. All of us are happy with this arrangement.

Crisp Air

It’s cold. It’s cold in the city. It’s cold at the beach. And my lungs scream “YES…NO…YES…NO” in response. I’m grateful for the chill and the crispness and the tingle that comes from being human in a cold place (and knowing I can get warm within a reasonable time).

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.