A very special day with the most special person.
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We drove to Bremerhaven, very close to where I grew up, to visit the Klimahaus and my father. It was a surreal experience to be in those places with Anna. I usually try to avoid going there, but this time it was nice, even if Linus, my father’s ageing dog, tore a ligament later that day while trying to chase a cat.
I turned 37 on that day! That number doesn’t remotely reflect the age I feel I should be, but who am I to argue with Chronos?
We didn’t have a single day with fewer than 20,000 steps, and after a while, it definitely started to show.
I painted this without a sketch, and it shows. Which is both a good and a bad thing at the same time.
It was a cute little day.
A cup is not a precise unit of measurement, and Oz is home to a wizard.
It was a slow and cozy day.
