This Month's Installment
Lately, I've had low energy, felt sick, and been occupied with other projects, so I've done very little translation work. It was only to-day that I reached the approximate point where I should have been a month ago. All I managed this month was two paragraphs:
And without adding a word, he pulled a ring from his little finger, a simple, golden ring with a barely visible blue stone in it, the inheritance of his early departed mother, that he wore until this hour and of which he had once told her. He put it on her finger now, and it sat on it so firmly and fittingly as if it were made for it and should nevermore be removed from it.The lawn before them was covered in the soft veil of the sun; a quiet rustle went through the trees; between their tops, dull-silver streaks broke against the path; and from the nearby flowerbed, the scent of mature roses and reseda came over to them.
