3:13 a.m.
At 3:13 a.m. the night sharpens. Even the dark feels awake. The house holds its breath.
On Almost Beginning
One sits and reads, and the hours pass, and this passing seems not loss but a kind of staying. - adapted from Virginia Woolf’s notebooks The library was not a building but a condition sustained by attention.
Give All
in conversation with “ Give All to Love ” by Ralph Waldo Emerson Give all - not because it will return, not because it promises shelter, but because love, once named, will not accept remainder.
