I love the simple things in life.
“What had been real? When had Sarah truly been happy? Here – now – in this dark villa – her life again revealed its fibre to her. Work: an overcast spread of clocked-in hours. Paul: streaks, dyed strands of memory, unravelling at every touch. To think about it now, the closest she’d ever come to real happiness had been by herself: swimming at the local indoor pool before work. She’d always liked the silence of new morning, the crisp smell of chlorine, the high stained windows that, during summer, filtered the light through like bottled honey…” (pg 246)