This tree found itself among rocks and crusts of snow.
Arthur has a daily ritual: at bedtime, he asks me “what’s happening tomorrow?”
Last night, I answered, “I’m going to work.”
“And what am I doing?” he asked.
“Not working,” I replied.
“Thank you,” he said, with immense sincerity and relief – as if it was I who’d offered him this reprise.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr]