Monday, December 7

I feel it again this morning: the feeling of having nothing hanging over me. I go for a walk listening to the Pretty Things’ final album.

One of the pleasures of this time of year involved going for a walk in the dark and walking as the light rises until I arrive home again in the bright pink of the dawn. I did this today and as I did so I passed the two new houses in Riskutie.

People have moved into them, and one of them has built a large white fence that ends very oddly. I look as I walk past and notice that someone has established the Christo Memorial Garden. I also notice that one of the wrapped trees as aa Santa hat on.

I wonder whether or not Christo would have approved.