unhappy

 It is a cold winter's day today, walk through the town on the icy roads, all icy with the remnants of snow. Walk to the studio, the studio all deserted today. There are guests in the pub, they are all sitting around the tables playing cards.

Check the condition of the grey box, now steadily turning a lighter shade of grey as the concrete cures. It is not definite that the idea to use this as a base for the sculptures, but at least it will be a first attempt. This work has now been dragging on long enough.

Lie down on the couch, and rest awhile. Then return home by another route, walking across the big bridge and then going up the main street. Stop at a café and have a cup of coffee and a roll. Nearly forget the scarf at the table. The cold finds its way past the collar of the coat,  the scarf is missed at once. 

At home, listen to the radio, and read the news. There seem to be a great many people in the USA who are unhappy with their president. There also seem to be a great many Iranians unhappy with their leaders.

Return home, unhappy with the loneliness.