The days run away like wild horses over the hills
- Charles Bukowski
Last week I came across the idea of keeping a journal that only ever includes one sentence about each day. The thing that I love about this, is that it makes you think in broad brushstrokes. It also makes you remember the fleeting details that make a day perfect - like this moment on our morning walk.
So, today I bought a crisp, fresh notebook and I'm going to try and rein in some of the 'wild horses'...