Sunrise Antibes: 8h04

It’s still dark when the alarm goes off, worth it though on a Saturday morning when there is a lovely lady back home to call. I fix tea and eat a pain au chocolate while I wait for us to connect.

I get off the phone with my favourite Miss Pippa Tucker in time to see this:


There is something about watching the sun rise that prepares you for the day. It makes you think of new beginnings, while bringing a bit of quietness to the soul.




There are a lot of thoughts swirling around inside my head this morning; they’ve been nattering at me for a few weeks now but today they are assertively demanding attention. It’s the kind of attention that requires sitting down with an empty notebook, a freshly sharpened pencil, and mug of hot lemon water. This will be, it feels like, a serious goal setting session.


It makes me think of you, Lindsay Morgan, because you’re the one who inspired me to write down my goals. Thanks for that. And as it turns out, all of those noisy and clamouring thoughts? They turned into two very simple goals:

I speak french everyday.
I remember that change it good.




Everything else will come when it is time. For now, that means breakfast.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Alix says:

    Dear Katherine,
    Judy sent me your blog to read in one of her lovely, long emails which help to keep us somewhat connected across this vast expanse of earth.

    It’s a joy to read your writing, and fascinating to identify with your experiences, although I know you so little – the bite of Parisian winter wind, the feeling of relief that fresh air of Versailles brings after weeks of unknowingly choking in the city, the reflective insight that can come in a green chair in the Jardin de Tuileries, and the light refracting off the Mediterranean in Antibes. Funnily enough, I went to Antibes for a week on vacation when I was living in Paris. It was the place I realized the ocean was somehow tied up in my identity.

    Thank you for sharing.

    1. kmarguerite says:

      Alix, thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing your thoughts. It’s comforting to think of others who have lived in the same cities and experienced the same things that I have.

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