diary
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.
The year of Covid. "Day by Day" is born as a refuge within a refuge, behind the closed doors of the pandemic lockdown.
You can, you can't, you can, you can't. Waiting while the sun loses strength, pauses, then decides to return to our latitude. And so the year ends.
The doors close in another Covid lockdown. Staying indoors, or close to home, passing time looking through the window, Day by Day is born.
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