First autumn in Prague
The leaves in Letná, the baby's first coat and the feeling that, little by little, this is starting to be home.
There is a light in October that did not exist in my city. Low, golden, it comes through the window at four in the afternoon and slows everything down.
We go for a walk almost every day. The stroller, the leaves, tram 22 passing like clockwork. I do not know when I stopped looking at the map.
What I learned this month
That cold is fought with layers, that Czech bread is a religion and that crying in the kitchen is also part of building a home.