October
October starts with a storm. Wind takes down trees, churns the waters. Electricity is cut. It blows me across the North Sea, white-knuckled on a little plane, to Aberdeen for a weekend of mostly hunkering down. In the calm aftermath I go on a trip to London - skies are clear and it’s warm enough to sit outside. It’s the day of a full moon and I make a plan to actually look for it later at night, find it in the sky and see how it looks among the lights of a city. But it’s right there when I emerge from the underground, small and suspended between the buildings like it’s just the head of another streetlamp. I take a photograph but everything blurs and blends - the moon and the lights are stretched into bands of colour - blue, white, red - so they look like exploding stars. In between bakery-hopping and seeing a couple of shows, I stroll around thinking about just how many people are here, about how much is going on at the same time. We are all ants scurrying around, partic...
