A strange kind of autumn
Some days go by in a flash, others take forever. Today was just a long lunch. Wonderful while it lasted, but leaving a slight sense of guilt behind. The first weekday after the end of daylight savings. For us B-people, or owls, it’s a relief. Another hour of sleep in the morning. And evenings an hour longer. I fear the bright keen people who strive to make daylight savings permanent. On their terms. More productive time. Ha. Not for the likes of me.
Still stretching out and polishing the old manuscript, skillfully avoiding the awkward missing parts. It might last me the rest of my life at this pace…
Late summer days here at the end of the earth are curiously pale. High blue skies with fast moving clouds, reflected on the sea. Northern late summers are so full of colours. Warm colours, red, orange, green. And blue skies with a touch of gold. Still and calm. Here, the fresh winds never let up, it keeps sweeping away the air and stirring the sea, allowing nothing to grow old in peace.
