2015-09-26

Keyboard meditation"'

Most of my days were bad but this was worse. The house was filled with echoes. The sun outside was setting and the beams shrunk, silently creaking. The rain had stopped by four or so but the roof was still wet. The last rays of the sun seemed to drip down into the ground. No wind was blowing and the flaming maples drooped without even a whisper.

I had all the time in the world to test this tiny computer. In fact, there was really nothing else to do tonight.

2015-09-13

Det här med bara gråa dagar

Livet är fullt av gråa dagar. Inte bara vardagen bjuder på slentrian och jämnjävlighet. Det smetas in över helgerna också. Den där kalla blöta filten glider in förbi helgmålsringningen. Ibland får även rena festdagarna ducka för gråheten. Firandet dränks i jante och apati.

Inte ens de nära och käras viktiga dagar tycks gå säkra när det mulnar på.