Small jetty — is not a meeting

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.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month.

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.

I am not asking for a bed in this reply. I am asking the board to stay boring in the useful way.

That is all I have.

Bulb off. Key on the nail. I checked.

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

That is all I have.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

My boots are on the step. Green pair. If they are in your way, move them one metre, not into the long room.

Mail if it is a bed question.

Writing so Saturday does not become detective work.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

That is all I have.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found.

I was not there for the whole evening, but I was there for the part where someone moved the map and Elise made the face she makes when the map is not folded. That is enough context for me.

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.