I’m sitting next to the characters from the book and the next thing I know there is a car in front me and I'm walking across a parking lot.
At sunset Jay and I go for a walk to the hillside facing south. We ascend an old vineyard (with vines still growing without any attachment to their stakes with a patina of moss) and pick some bright yellow primroses. We each blow a flower, then eat it up and pick new ones. With hedges of primroses all around spring seems near although it’s only just mid-January. Ring-ting!
Paper petals in different shades of burgundy on our dining table.