Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Snow, not fish sauce and sleeping.

1. There is a dusting of snow this morning -- as if the world has been lightly sugared.

2. As I am paying, my bottle of soy sauce falls over -- but no harm is done. "At least it's not fish sauce," says the shopkeeper. "When a bottle of that breaks, it takes a month to get rid of the smell."

3. I read until I can't keep my eyes open. It feels so good to put my book down and drift off to sleep.

Path, stars and wisteria.

1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...