I am going walking and adventuring, going to see pictures of an afternoon; and often come face to face, after tea, at odd moments, with the idea of death and age. Why not change the idea of death into an exciting experience? - as one did marriage in youth? Age is baffled today by my creative gift - still abubble. And then the steady passion with which I now read . . . A rainy day. Rain real wet drops: white splashing from the road.