Tuesday, October 19
The long path, 9:11
I leave for a walk slightly later this morning; later and wearing a warm winter jacket. I walk the same route as I walked yesterday and notice that yesterday’s mystery car has disappeared. I walk past and see a few fragments of red and orange glass scattered on the pavement.
I photograph them for no reason at all except habit.
As I walk along the long path that leads eventually to the ring road, the dawn light catches everything in particularly Finnish colours and for once my camera almost catches what I see.
While walking I think about the path my writing has taken. It seems to involve detours, but it also seems to point towards interesting destinations.
I feel grateful for a few recent conversations, and a few recent books that I obtained as a result of those conversations.