week-end interlude

When a daughter visits, time takes on different dimensions. You move from now, to how it was once, to how it will be two years from now and then you start all over again. And so the day fills.

I have a daughter here for the weekend and predictably, I have little to add to Ocean tonight. I’ll leave you with a picture of blooms from the morning market and a promise to come back to something of substance tomorrow.