Things that I like:
Big cold stone living rooms in Rome. Theatre. Heavy tangible fog. Long walks
if I'm not too tired. Sighing
. Slow rainfall against the windowpane. The sacred and dim scent of the church. Wild
garden. Hedgehogs scuttling across the road. Long heavy coats. The smell of
turpentine. Slight nuances. New streets
in a long-known city. Thinking about my grandmother in her garden. Writing, when words strike. A few more things come to mind: lemongrass tea
, freshly sharpend pencils, arcs
.
The glow of the laterns through heavy snowfall. Melancholic
notes of cello. Gratitude. When after a long winter the air once agin has a scent. Days that flow by. To read for hours at a time. Unexpected
jokes. The salty air
of the ocean. The cold colonnades
on a hot day. Grand ferns and nettles. Grainy photographs. Axonometric drawings
. The thighs
of short-haired dogs. Stroking a buzzcut.