Sunday, March 12, 2006

Wood-smoke, tidying-up, lost and found

The smell of wood-smoke in the cold air.

An untidy person desperate to be tidy, I believe I have become tidy, if only because otherwise I would forget where I have put things. The satisfaction of packing things away in a chest, and then making a list of what is in the chest, is the triumph of the tidy side of me over the untidy side.

I find a book, which I have been looking for since yesterday. It is where it should have been on the shelf, and I was looking in all the places where it ought not to have been.

1 comment:

tristan said...

i always wind down the windows if woodsmoke is blowing across the road