Zen

On the weekend, my friend C's girlfriend, D, got beaten up by her ex-boyfriend. Previously, this fellow had had coffee with D., then ridden off on his bike directly in front of a truck. Another time, he had drinks with her and friends during winter, then left all his ID in the pub, and ran out shouting that he was going to throw himself in the Spree. They searched for hours for him. Unfortunately, in neither case, was he successful in his death-threat. Now she has a restraining order against him. I don't really care about him, I just want her to be safe.

On the weekend, I had dinner with R and T at the Golden Hen. We had a good bottle of red wine, one of those ones where you realise all of a sudden that you are talking a lot, about very interesting things, and it is easy, and somewhat dreamlike. Those bottles are rare.

Oh, gray sky, break apart, show thundertops and slanting blue.