The light the last two days, iced and blue. Finally in a winter...

The light the last two days, iced and blue. Finally in a winter we can recognize. The almost-final finishing of a big project today, the clicking send, and the strange sense of loss that follows. Less relief at wrapping up a sustained state of effort and attention and more a version of grief. A void opens where weeks and months of concentration had been, and the afternoon expands into the question: what now? So a turn towards acts that serve as shelter, that form an order to exist in. Brain in the hands, precision without exactitude, oak and birch, a welcome state of languagelessness for all the things unsayable. There’s so much that’s unsayable. And there’s so much left to say.