It's sunny somewhere

Hit by severe attack of solar mania. Picnic and ice creams in the park with my beautiful pal Anna. She makes me laugh a lot, she has that ice dry Swedish humour that might not be intentional but is certainly blunt. I asked how she was coping with her beloved being back in Iceland. I'm not thinking about it. I don't. She said. Heard details of the funeral of the beloved's dad. From the custom made Icelandic wood coffin they painted to the African print and slippers on top it sounded beautiful. In balance with that life, that death.

Home to study but instead grossly distracted till bedtime by arrival of semi expected guest. Life leaks out in the sun.

6/10 later (anxiety over specific situation I need to resolve)