2010.01.27 07:00 - Silent Day

Eliza, like most on retreat, sat silenty in the pavillion.

Her typist took the opportunity to enjoy the pauses. Noting, among other things: 

 10:47 - Kept my eyes open this time and dwelled in the mist, considering the fog near the new pub in the village, and the feeling of walking to school

early morning intentionally stepping into the fog

on the grand lawns of some houses ... felt like being hidden and blanketed, right out in the open. Then remembered the newspapers, soaked in the dew, the wet plastic and wonderful feeling of a daily present arriving. I *think* I may have stolen a newspaper from a lawn one morning, having forgotten to do my current event. I'm sorry. :)