Days are racing by and things keep slipping through the net in my brain...
On Saturday we went to one of the MSO free concerts at the Music Bowl. We sat on rugs with friends and ate picnic food scraped together from the leftovers in the fridge that somehow turned into gourmet chicken sandwiches and glowing red tomato and bean salad with herbs from the garden and Pimms with strawberries and cucumbers.
The sun went down, the music came up, and I was filled with love for the good people of Melbourne. (But that might have been the Pimms.) I lay on the grass next to my love and was happy, in a deep and satisfying way. Thinking of the future and who might be in it.
On Wednesday evening, walking through the park towards the black-clad figures in the distance, new music in my ears, the happiness of late summer life made me grin like a fool.
And then on Thursday that little stick in a cup held only one line and not two. The Boy had warned me not to get obsessive about it, just to let it happen. He was right. Pinning hopes on dates and calculations only made my heart sink.
So come on, nature. Get cracking. Line your dots up and show me what you got.
