I have been off-island for a few days. This is the first notable separation.
As anticipated, I did wonder about the Metre goings on.
I thought mostly of the dark and wet of the docken leaves. Even so, the alluring call from materials, such as granules of instant coffee, milk sealed away in little pots and translucent layers of paper napkins, fell on deaf ears -ears dampened by a head strangely filled with another place!