October has nearly finished its monologue, but my god it has been a beautiful month. The last few days especially have had me begging it to stay a bit longer, poised between cold that asks you to breathe and a cold that buttons you up.
"English autumn mornings are often like mornings nowhere else in the world. The air is cold. The floorboards are cold. It is perhaps this coldness which sharpens the tang of the hot cup of tea. Outside, steps on the gravel crunch a little more loudly than a month ago because of the very slight frost."
From John Berger’s A Fortunate Man: The Story of a Country Doctor.
ON THE JOURNAL LATELY:
An announcement that you likely already know about, a word for light, and a ridiculously beautiful thing. The quote below I should probably put up at some point too.
WORK-RELATED NEWS:
The ongoing back-and-forth editing of the text entries for my new book, the ongoing writing of them, the sketching of illustrations (these will be done after the manuscript), a transatlantic phone call about provisional interior plans and mockups, another phone call with my new UK editor who I'm already certain is an absolute dream of a human, a few initial pieces of lettering for the German edition of The Illustrated Book of Sayings, the buying of more paper.
Phew.
THIS WEEK I FELL IN LOVE WITH:
Old black and white photographs of milkmen.
The end.
It seems that many people are overwhelmed by endings—I would often include myself in this imagined number—and while it can be difficult once you've started to notice the prevalence and frequency of endings to remember that things also begin, this is what we must do.
Farewell, see you next sometime.
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