Tuesday, 29 March 2016

The light is brighter now, and it is time to move.

wake in the dark, dark dark drinks last night disturb the sleep in the morning. bathroom, shave with hot water from the tap, bathroom ensuite, very comfortable, but the shower stays cold.
Too soft for a cold shower first thing in the morning. So leave it, leave it be for today.
It is eight in the morning, local time, and the morning dew has frozen outside leaving the landscape powdered, a desaturated green. The son is in bed, sleeps on, he is getting used to his Irish holidays, and that is good, good for him.


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the brothers son is on the couch consulting his tablet computer, bright figures changing position rapidly on the screen, altered positions, different moves, pictures of explosions, a game in fashion now and to be forgotten soon for another.
The method learned in the game may remain, that is the danger of such games perhaps, perhaps it is the training of the reflexes to do things that would otherwise never be done.

Clear the table of last nights bottles four, and put the dirty dishes and cutlery into the dishwashing machine. Boil water for coffee, instant, and make a cup.

These notes written in front of a window looking out onto a small piece of Irish landscape, green barked mossy trees, and rushes growing in the middle of a field where it turns wetter, not fully recovered from the bog that it had been a long time ago.

The light is brighter now, and it is time to move.

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