Monday, April 11

YEAR:  2022 | Tags:  | | |

Vartioharjuntie, 8:43


I walk down towards the beach this morning and notice that the city bikes have arrived. Winter has definitely lost the fight now. The bikes all look fresh and clean and I pause to photograph the line.

I have no earbuds with me today. Last night I went to sleep with my head buzzing with ideas for adding to the text I have written so far. The logic all appears clear to me now, but it still needs fleshing out with examples and something that passes for sparkling prose. I no longer ask, ”Does the text exist?” Instead I have started to ask, ”How can I make it better?”

I decide to take this as a good sign and put aside any concerns that it might usefully have happened earlier.