Sunday, February 27
I stand in the road looking at the trees while Irma does something in the car. I look up at the trees against the sky. A few of them still have some snow on their branches. Most of them don’t.
We will go to Prisma to get some groceries for Irma’s mother. I will use this time to walk to the library from the junction in order to get a book that Irma’s mother has ordered, The walk will take place across treacherous ice hills and will take me about twenty minutes.
I will walk back over the bridge and through the inside of Itis to Stockmann. That will take the expected five minutes.