It’s the eve of departure for seven days of retreat in Portugal.
What is there to say?
The day was brilliant with sun.
Had lunch with a 91-year-old friend, who is leaving Paris in a few days after many years of living here. I’ll miss her, thinking I may never see her again. Or maybe I will.
There is no way to know, and nothing to know.
The four seasons are all included in this early spring day.
Where was this space before I noticed it was there, waiting for me to react ?What is not included in this early spring day?