Spent the afternoon at the library in the quiet study section, completely absorbed in a book about the history of textile weaving. I never realised how much the clothes we wear are connected to centuries of tradition. Found a beautiful, smooth, flat stone in the pocket of my coat on the way home—a perfect addition to my windowsill collection. Some days, the quiet discovery of things is just lovely. I think my monstera plant has a new leaf unfurling, too. Simple, gentle joys.