LENA

I had not been on the terrace in November.

This requires a small explanation. The terrace existed in the specific and peripheral way of a space I had noted without investigating, the way you noted the dimensions of a place you were living in without requiring yourself to have visited every corner of it deliberately. I had been on the terrace in September, once, in the first week, when I had been establishing the specific and practical geography of the apartment in the way of a woman who needed to know where things were without necessarily needing to use them all. I had stood at the railing for three...