Imagine that echoing over the hills and down the valleys. Imagine having that etched on a tablet of stone. How much extra would the stonemason charge for "Continued overleaf"? I thought the future was free, anyway - and delivered with a gift pack of components, characteristics, challenges, et cetera. The other piece of paper that turns up regularly in my life is a square torn from a cereal packet, somewhat smaller than a playing card, with the message written in ballpoint: "You've come this far, and you still want answers?" I like that one. It's in the category of photographs, cards, letter, papers that I keep in books I might read again. Happiness is a bookshelf packed with added surprises.
Fog today. There's a category of rain that I've heard described as "wetting rain". I think this is wetting fog. Not just that, but it dampens down sound very effectively ... and I have just made a (re)discovery. Looking out of the window at the grey wheelbarrow glazed with fog (in which I have just retrieved some logs for the fire), I remembered the red wheelbarrow. Long time ago, university, struck by the William Carlos Williams poem 'The Red Wheelbarrow'. Here's the Wikipedia link. Williams was an Imagist, I read now, in my other open window, and the Imagist philosophy was: "No ideas but in things".
That'll do for today.