So, August 31 marked the very last day of winter.
Every year, the season feels longer, colder and wetter. We moved to New Zealand because my mother could no longer handle the tropics. I wonder if one day, too, I will uproot my family for warmer pastures. When my bones and sinuses and skin can no longer take it.
I doubt it, because everything that’s important to us is here. But God, a milder winter wouldn’t go amiss. Those of you who endure snow and chains and salt probably want to throw icicles at me. BUT I WASN’T MADE FOR THE COLD.
It also happened to be one of the nicest days in weeks. And the day that I finally felt refreshed and rejuvenated after a ridiculous spell at work. It was a day that put a smile on my face, that gave me hope, that saw me throw open the curtains and consider shaving my legs.
I wanted to eat powdered doughnuts, rolled in brown sugar. So I did.
I went for a stroll/jog around my neighbourhood. I messed around with my camera setting, snapping countless pictures of the cherry blossoms and attracting some strange looks from passersby.
I wanted to read out on the deck, because our little basement flat doesn’t get much sun inside. So I did.
And then me and my guitar sat down to learn this song.
Make a date with yourself. Fill that well. And do it soon. It’s priceless.