I make an effort to witness dawn and sunset: dawn from my cosy bed, and sunset from the breakwater so the glow of the sky is reflected in the water, 360 degrees – actually, more than 360 degrees, what do you call up and down as well as all around? Today the moon was up before the sun had disappeared completely, and everything was watercolour washes melting into each other, yellow to teal, blue then ethereal pink.
I have gone off decor terribly, most rooms look over-wrought to me right now. I fancy a mountain cabin with a woodstove, a sharp axe and a fishing rod. I will sew myself into my long johns and not get out of them until spring. A trunk of books and paper, a clarinet and a bottle of whisky. Visit me when the holiday season is over, because if I catch a glimpse of tinsel I might go troppo.