The day after the ballet

Cold winter morning

Misty drops slide down windows

Friends come for breakfast.

Photo by Bernard Hermant on Unsplash

Birthday gift

 

Beyond excited
Breathless movement in music
Ballet night tonight.

Dogs and Italians not allowed

Sometimes, the beauty of art mingles between innocent joy and deep sadness. We watched this movie this week. It still rests heavily on my spirit. The fact that Giui and his family share many experiences in this film makes it all the more heart-rendering.

Not looking where I am going

Fog on steeple
Hides copper, mortar, and brick
I slip on wet leaf.

I am... an editor

This is rather strange, but I love editing other people's works. I am something between a development editor and a line editor. It is not a skill I have learnt formally. My editing skills have been honed through years of reading, writing, and, most importantly, being given the privilege to help colleagues, friends, and family polish their work.

Currently, I am editing a PhD titled, "The role of innovation for the implementation of the Circular Economy in the construction and manufacturing industries in Germany". I am around a third of the way through. This means that now it starts getting interesting. Thankfully, it is so well-written that I am under the illusion that I understand what is being said.

There is a feeling of joy to dive down deeply into a world I know next to nothing of and rise back to the surface with a new piece of treasure in my hands.