Whether of a friendship.
Or unrequited something other.
Slept late and still caught the transition from dark to light, and what a dark it was this morning: clouds with a slash of dawn riven across them.
Opened the curtain, and the next thing: blue and bright, almost spring.
Late mid-afternoon: out in it. Same park (ageing Holden’s, perhaps). Falling temperatures; strong winds.
Home: the big glass of Catena Cabernet, a salad, roasted and seared lamb and hash browns out of a home-baked potato.
Not bad for a kind of early recovery.
Off the balcony: the blessing of a lively (windy, biting cold) sunset.