“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
I came across this quote for the first time a few days ago, and at this particular moment in time, I find comfort in knowing that there will be a year that answers - eventually.
Hope you guys are good x
Found myself in Paris for a day this summer, in a stranger’s apartment filled with mainly strangers, during sad circumstances, but still full of joy. Weirdly being that high up felt comforting. Maybe the 6th floor of a building is the perfect height to be in, not too high, but high enough to give a different view of the world.