Monday September 15 2025. Walking around the block.
Tuesday September 16. It's time to resume my early morning jaunts around the harbour.
Wednesday September 17 2025. It's the same old harbour. Nothing changes except for everything. No two days are ever the same.
Thursday September 18 2025. I've been observing this derelict tram for many years. It's taking longer to rot away into nothingness than I would have guessed from my first view. It seems like a kind of personal metaphor.
Friday September 19 2025. A common old daisy. But such a beautiful centre. Again, a kind of metaphor for any number of people I can think of.
Saturday September 20 2025. We have two pairs of blackbirds who have established dominions in our garden. They have been here for a few years. This is Mr. Frontyard, foraging for breakfast.
