Thursday, January 16
The garden, 10:00
This morning the three of us sat at the breakfast table for the first time. Instinctively we had moved positions to cover the obvious gap.
Naa has left for school and Irma points out that someone has left an ice-sculpture candle in our front garden. I go out to look at it. It is minus fifteen degrees and lightly snowy.
We will spend the day unpacking, and performing various tasks on our laptops. I will move mine onto Auo’s desk, which will somehow make everything feel just a tiny bit more real.