on the icy road

Here in Stockholm, waiting for Sofia to be released into the park from school. She started school this fall, & she's got many years to go before being freed from the education years. Young one, yes she is.

It's cold and colorful outside. Gray skies, blue skies. I am a small measure reluctant to venture, even for the Konditori to read my Harper's. It was the first time I picked up this magazine. Why now, I don't know for certain. Perhaps out of boredom, perhaps I was victimized by advertising, perhaps memory. There are two articles that piqued my interest. One about the pot industry in California, the other about AIG.

I made espresso, strong, with milk and sugar.

Both gladness and relief feel me as I write again. I like this sense.