Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Moon by day, round the park and stars.

1. This morning a whisper of moon hangs faintly in the blue sky.

2. After dark, Alec and I go out and circle the park for half an hour -- him running and me walking -- to get some fresh air. From the slope by the Compasses I see his stick figure in silhouette before the lights of Buckingham Road. 

3. Tonight, the winter stars arrayed for us to wonder at.


Essay, azalea, swift call.

1. On the breakfast table is the essay Alec was fretting about last night -- printed and ready to hand in. 2. From a garden the scent of aza...