It’s a grey morning and I have already taken the dog out for a long walk. It was early in the day and there was a light mist hanging over the park, and as we walked, I noticed that the leaves had already begun to turn and fall off the big trees.
I instinctively looked at my watch, as if the time told the season. It’s a nice emotional desire, to hope that my watch would tell me the stage of a season, but instead it told me the time, and it also told me of time. Continue reading “Universal Geneve Compur Recipe” »