I slept better. It was a little bit longer and deeper than previous days. I felt fully recovered after waking up.
I ran to the mountains and later stretched. I felt strong.
During the day I walked and talked a lot.
I only ate fish, finally. We had champagne for lunch. We like it.
I read more than three hours of Sandworm. It is a fast book and I like this.
The brass band was in full rhythm when the streetlights flickered and died. A second later, a white firework hissed into the sky, its flare illuminating the intersection. The massive granite cross was gone. There were no drag marks, no sound of heavy stone moving—only a square patch of grey dust where the base had been anchored into the asphalt. The musicians lowered their instruments and waited for the next flash of light to show them where the stone had gone, but the sky remained dark.