Stop, Look, Listen #5: A playlist of sounds of lost summers

Returning, in the sunshine.

View from a front window, the Borders, 28 degrees, early September, me.

So I’m back, rested, happier, better, and I’ve been thinking about what I like in Substack posts from other people that ping into my life.

I don’t like:

• Long, indulgent screeds;

• Self-congratulatory waftings of ego;

• Breathless demands for me to engage.

I like:

• Moments of pleasure.

• Little …