2022
A whirlwind month... Crete and the thrill of a new love affair, a cold, fleeting return to Italy, then the volcanic La Palma and the thrill of passing near the newest land...
Cold. This is what I remember most. And the evenings closing in. A month spent tying up loose ends, dreaming, planning, packing... destinations Crete, La Palma. Somewhere...
New commitments, new hopes, the hesitant start of a new adventure that would make sense of what I've become. One step at a time. The important thing is not to lose the rhythm....
Summer trickles slowly away and a certain peace seeps back to my world with an audible sigh of relief. The old empties, the new gradually fills, but the memories itch and scratch,...
The first words on a new page in the book of life. Eyes heavy from nights made sleepless by other people's revelry. Slowly a new centre of gravity takes shape, balanced between...
An icy start down familiar paths through juniper and buckthorn scrub in search of a direction. A sort of tentative orienteering without a map in search of new points of reference...
The end of an era and who knows what lies around the next corner. A blank page as white as the snow that persists in its coldness. One door closes and another opens.
The Covid pandemic eases and war breaks out on the eastern front. I choose to pass my days in blinkered oblivion, seeking out sweetness and the first flowerings.
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