This morning I open the curtains, a pale, misty day, I fortify myself with a delicious breakfast, I go to see my neighbor George, who has agreed to share his internet access with me and suggests I repay him with sessions of French conversation. So I finally have internet « at home », slow but at least I have it.At noon the sun comes out, my neighbor Liz knocks at my door and invites me to lunch at a small restaurant nearby to thank me for taking her shopping by car. After lunch we stop at Brodsky bookstore run by an Rick, an old hippie, who showed us used books of photographs – ah temptation – but I resisted and next week he will bring one worn out book (of his) which he loves and I will show him the book of D.Bloomfield about the Four Corners and mine about the forest: Lisières du Temps, . On returning, Cedric helps me with all my computer problems, the light is perfect, just the way I like it. I leave towards the north of Taos up to the metal bridge which overhangs the Rio Grande. The sun very low on the horizon.Still as vertiginous as when we were there with Cecile. I had forgotten how the bridge trembles with each passing car.Horses or cows over there, far away?Coming back as the night falls. Such a peaceful moment.