I wake in the early hours of the morning. Unable to fall back to sleep, I creep to the other room to meditate.
The curtains are pulled wide. The sky is decorated with layers of cloud, dusky and white. The wind mewls, causing the ebony trees to arch and bounce.
My first instinct is to capture this experience for an Instastory. But having already committed to a social media-free Sunday, I don’t do this.