Friday, April 13, 2012
I've dropped off, low-key, Lee.
Got out the car and took off my shirt while, almost, crying at the beauty of the deserted beach, and at the passing of time. Basking in the sunshine the last ten days flash before me, as if I was on my deathbed.
But it's my rest's death.
I will now turn inland and begin the journey up the escapement, and northwards, to home and to winter. And to a new chapter.