Noticed just now, while showering, that my hands still smelled of garlic from yesterday's curry prep, threw my thoughts down long strange avenues, domesticity, wildness.

Thoughts are beginning to rove a bit further afield generally, cooler weather always helps.

Just took a picture of a leaf on our marble bistro table.

There was a time, not long ago, when I was much more fluid, linguistically & otherwise, feeling old & stiff.