The ferry - same question: the tourists pointing at the boats, the laid-up ships, taking photographs, calling each other to see the heron(s) and occasionally the seal(s). [That evening last Summer, with the shoal of mackerel come up the river.] The local woman, reading her magazine. That thing we used to say to each other, parked on a cliff or overlooking a beach: we live here!
And to remember: seeing the little blue car for the first time, thinking - that's my car! Acting on impulse and then the doubt setting in: taking the car to the garage, and waiting. Triangulate back from the all-is-well phonecall to the first impulse, and think on what went between.
Every day this week has been full of movement, full of change. Every day this week we have talked, found time for each other, found time together. Perhaps time is at its most valuable when there is so little of it.
And yet - time.