Saturday, December 5

YEAR:  2020 | Tags:  | |

Garden, 15:17


I woke up for the first time in weeks with nothing in my mind. I have nothing that I have promised and not yet delivered. I have nothing that I should have done yesterday and didn’t manage to do. I went for a walk while listening to Sparks.

Standing in the garden, about to depart for a trip to Prisma that will take in various other side quests, I look up at Minna’s apple tree. It stands there naked in the bleak sky.

In thirty minutes the sky will have become too dark to photograph it.