Monday, December 14

I have a task and that determines the direction I take when I leave the house. I walk down towards Alepa and turn right by the container that collects paper rubbish. I throw our bag of old newspapers in and walk straight up Raitamäentie.

Halfway up I pass the path that leads to the little park. I pause to look down it and decide to take a photograph. It looks as though it ought to look like a secret path to somewhere magical. For some reason, though, it doesn’t quite.

I walk for another fifteen minutes in the coldest weather so far. I work through what I have to do this week and get it into some sort of shape.

I sit down to do it when I get back, swapping the tall chair for the short chair to maintain a suitable position in front of the screen.