Something, certainly simplified. Tait and I walked down to the river this evening. Frequently I forget about living so close to a body of water. Today we honored our placement with good conversation on a bench overlooking the sun on the surface, a rowing team. After that we properly geeked out over literature, and now I have a new book on loan to read: The Street of Crocodiles, by Bruno Schulz. I’m waist deep into the introduction. It seems that I am always reading two or three books at once, but my brain prefers to handle the intake of words this way.

I took the long way home, up the hill, talked to my sister. We ended the conversation in an overlap of giggling, which is the usual. My niece likes to stand on her head in the crib, and she’s fascinated by the gravel. No worries, I will be there soon.

Something, simplified. Certainly. Almonds. If not eating them, then stacking them. Holding the body in a pinch against the window, morning light. Counting the lines like trees unwound. Breaking the shape to get the flesh, a polar bear in wood.