Two weeks have passed without me writing here. I walked, though, watching the fall. It has gone from cold to warm, from a blue sky to a grey one, from dry to wet. The leaves make traces, then soften for good. Sometimes the smooth neutrality of morning fog, sometimes the snow still too translucent to whiten the ground. I have nothing more to say than to observe and not trying to understand but to absorb. I’m inflating my life.