01.02.2026 (1): Arcadia of my Youth

How easy it was to revive thee! I needed only to walk in the rain. Light fog, near clouds. The river in full. Streets that were larger in my youth, distances suddenly folded. I lived very near the main road it seemed. There's always the illusion, I think, of being closed off from the wider world. And, visiting, I did find out that my neighborhood had been closed off, that it was a small neighborhood, almost toylike. I can return to it at any time. What a relief.