Thursday rain — Luuk wrote it down

I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of thursday rain — luuk wrote it down than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did. Nothing here is a shop. Not the jars, not the apples, not the boats, not my time. Ask with your name on the day you mean it. If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.

I counted because Lena counts. I tied back because Joost ties. I turned the bulb off because Anouk should not have to say it a fifth time in one month. Same thread next month if needed. Until then: boots, paper, mail, Friday.

Someone will ask again in a week. The answer will have the same shape: read the paper, read the board, write two lines if you need a bed, and do not invent a meeting that was only rain.

I tied it back. Same cleat I found. Train was late. Bus was not. I still made Friday. Thin and true beats a calendar of maybes. See you Thursday if the weather agrees.