Loose Leaves

14 October 2025 — a swift came in through the dome and would not leave by the way it entered. It went an hour later, by that same opening, once I had stopped helping.

Entry III is rarely where I left it.

Salt gets into the hinges. Everything on this coast eventually does.

March 2026 — the coral tree by the eastern path flowered while I was away and had finished before I returned. Three years running now.

Dawn is arriving some minutes earlier than it did a month ago. I notice it in the lamp oil before I notice it in the sky.

There is always something else to notice.