This is my favorite time of the year. I've made it through the holiday parties and expectations of Christmas. I can relax again and just be myself. This morning I dropped Tadzio off at a friend's stable (I love abandoning him with a bunch of girls and horses) and went back home to make a cup of tea and begin reading through the stack of books that are piled next to my bed.
It is not time that alters us, it is space: the forest that was low as a dark ribbon round the evening when we were children. And the water that came up to our feet.
Bo Carpelan (from In Dark, in Light Rooms, 1976, trans. by Keith Bosley)
The moon is like a clean, fragrant body. Sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell. A night is pressed on either side by two days. Between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful...