Hand, twitching.

The last trace of dreams
Leaves the body through the hands:
Trembling fingers

March weather yesterday (Sunday), apart from the temperatures which were quite nice. No venturing outside except for a short run to the baker's. Getting ready for the coming holidays as we're leaving Wednesday morning.

Reading, watching films (Lulu On The Bridge by Paul Auster and Queenie In Love by Amos Kollek), listeing to music. And talking, of course.