The tiniest steamroller

It doesn't run on steam, of course, but this tiny steamroller is just the width of a single sidewalk square, and fits through the adorable under-train-tracks tunnel on campus.

Itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny yellow double-wheeled steamroller

Now in temperate zones, this may be the closest I get to seeing a sidewalk snowplow.


This post's theme word is rill (n), "a small stream; a narrow groove carved by erosion." The bottom of the rill was paved smooth and level.

Leave-taking

An era comes to a close with the end of the month. It's weird to experience a life event with the full awareness that, in the mythology of my life, it is significant. It feels like graduation. It feels like being a character in a novel. It puts me a bit on edge (what if a climactic supermonster is about to invade the city?) with a countercurrent of calm (ah, at last my life momentarily makes narrative sense).

I am anticipatorily sad, for in the future I will miss the view and the light and the fresh bread and the sphere-induced jump-start on the day (relative to North Americans) and many, many other things.

The neighborhood has been lovely.

The bakery is magnificent. I had a farewell croissant this morning.

But this is not a sunset on the most interesting, exciting period of my life so far. Because my life becomes ever more interesting and exciting as I progress!

This is, however, a sunset on the Seine, under the Pont des Arts, with the Louvre across the river and a glorious cloudbank illuminating everything like a Renaissance painting.

This post's theme word is attorn, "to turn over rent, goods, etc. to another," or "to agree to be a tenant of a new landlord of the same property." I do not attorn, I simply move.