Saturday, December 5
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.