Gulls flying by, no pelicans or ospreys yet. Black coffee and four small bite-size chunks of the last of Easter ham. The grain of saltiness has an oblique sweetness that’s a welcome surprise in this morning’s square of Lindt dark chocolate with sea salt. Today: maybe Tyndall, haircut, Wednesday, two commitments to keep.
Last evening I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Linda’s program, a travel visit to Croatia, coast and inland, medieval towns. Where might I go before it’s too late? Well, eighteen.
C S Lewis, The Great Divorce