Rain on the glass — middle not edge

I am not Marek and I am not Lena. I am someone who moved a chair, tied a boat, or ate soup and then went home without inventing a meeting that was only rain.

If you disagree, say it before Friday twenty minutes, or write mail. A thread that grows on Saturday without a note becomes a rumour, and Sander will read the rumour as bread.

I will not reply to every thank-you. I will notice if the kettle is on the cellar stair again.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes.

That is all I have.

I read this walking out to the path.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

That is all I have.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.

If it is not in Sara's note, it was on the step.

The orchard is wet. The barrow is where Lena said. I did not improve either situation.

That is all I have.