Urban Mole - City Fables

Letters from the North (I)

A letter to a friend, on whose recommendation plans were made to travel north to the Baltic Sea.

I'm on holiday. See you next week.

The work's finally done and I set out for some holiday fun, deep into the searing heat of summer.

On the first week of holiday, my true love gave to me ... work. (Aplenty.) The Mathematician and Writer spend a week slightly off-kilter.

I've a week indoors and a window through which to watch time pass.

I'm trying to write but the city won't stop talking. Only by going outside can I make the inside quiet.

The Mathematician and I seek solace in the space of late evening. A meditation on movement and being.

A river walk, a drink, and a donkey wrangler. Nothing's off the table in Leipzig's wild west.

Sometimes letting the city guide you is the best way to go.

The Party finally arrives, the parties arrive, and we party. Also: walking, talking, weather, and weeds.