I am thoroughly enjoying the drop in temperature.
Almost wintry!
Yesterday I took the bus into town, wandered about, and came home again on the bus.
It’s the first time I’ve done the whole trip since we’ve been here, although I’ve caught the bus home a few times. Not enough rain to get drenched while I was at the (ingoing) bus stop, but needed the umbrella.
I was reflecting, while gazing through the rain on the bus window, on what someone recently said to me – that I had a “child-like excitement”. On that occasion, it was referencing my enthusiasm over our street library odyssey last week (books! who wouldn’t be excited?) but I felt it yesterday as well.
It’s all new, and wonderful, if you look at things that way.
I was sifting through past selves, as well as enjoying the moment.
I used to ride the bus to high school, although I don’t have major memories of that. Mostly, my internal movie screen was taking me back to my first journeys in England, when I didn’t quite know where the bus was taking me, but anything was possible. There were bus trips across European cities too, but not as much rain…
So I sat, and smiled, and remembered.
Drifted through the city centre.
The flowers were also reveling in the rain.
Tried out a pink latte, in honour of Valentines Day.
Something to do with white chocolate and strawberry?
Contentment!
Contemplated an interesting question.
And treated myself to a small etching and aquatint snail.
I looked up the artist – she’s based in the U.K. Looks like her work generally goes for a bit more than the $2 I paid!
I got home not long after lunch, hurtling through the rain-swept streets until we reached the bus stop down from my place.
Tired. Hungry. And very happy.
❤
1000 Fields of Roses 