Morning talk with Gabriel concerning industrialization, then home to clean after being away so much. What evil things lurk in the fridge! Gerrit over for lunch, lovely as always. Me with that lovely feeling, a fluttering in my breast.
Violin in a new spot looking out out as far as I can see over the Atlantic. A new piece to learn, with shifts, and a pint for good measure. My mind is wandering and I am letting it go as it pleases. It has nowhere to be for some time yet.
A new song running through my mind so that I have no choice but to listen to it until I know it by heart. Another love song.