Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Point, prints and push.

1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.

2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.

3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.

Straight back in, persimmons and squabble.

1. In the small hours, I finish the e-book I've borrowed from the library and change it for the next one in the series. 2. We finish the...