Small jetty — bulb off

This is not a speech and not a vote. It is the shape of an evening when the canal looked like wet stone and everyone pretended they had not been standing in the doorway listening.

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.

Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

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

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.

I read this walking out to the path.

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.

No drama intended.

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.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

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

That is all I have.

Counted twice because I do not trust my own memory after bread.

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

See you Thursday if the weather agrees.