Summer arrives
Dec. 2nd, 2018 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seahearthwith heat and thunder. Really it arrived yesterday with less interesting semi-fine weather -- also with a mysterious package of Virginia Woolfs turning up in the mailbox as I left for work. Mrs. Dalloway made me late, I didn't manage to stop reading it when I got off my bus.
Today, I woke up much earlier, and read on a small hill with breakfast and dawn, and walked over Mt Victoria to Hataitai as it got hot to spend the day atablackart and ablackart kept bringing me more books of interesting poetry. (While the thunder happened outside.) And we talked amongst my reading and leaflemming's writing downstairs, and me and ablackart had tea.
On the way home it was sweltering hot and no longer raining and there were people hanging out in bunches on Mein Street, semi-clad youths milling about this corner and toddlers nipping around that corner and back and middle-aged folks chatting on that grass verge. Really, it felt like a festival. The greengrocer was humming (which was emptyish and not fully stocked last time I was in there some months ago) -- and eggplant for two dollars! I didn't buy any, but, today felt blessed. Summer feels blessed; on the last day of Spring I had nothing I really wanted to read and I was bored and kind of dysfunctional, on the second day of Summer I have Woolf, and Le Guin and Tan in my stomach like helium balloons. And everything is in the sort of wave that feels like it doesn't need to break.
(The package of books was not actually from Summer it turned out, it was from Tony and Darien. Thank you Tony and Darien!!!)
Today, I woke up much earlier, and read on a small hill with breakfast and dawn, and walked over Mt Victoria to Hataitai as it got hot to spend the day at
ablackart and ablackart kept bringing me more books of interesting poetry. (While the thunder happened outside.) And we talked amongst my reading and leaflemming's writing downstairs, and me and ablackart had tea. On the way home it was sweltering hot and no longer raining and there were people hanging out in bunches on Mein Street, semi-clad youths milling about this corner and toddlers nipping around that corner and back and middle-aged folks chatting on that grass verge. Really, it felt like a festival. The greengrocer was humming (which was emptyish and not fully stocked last time I was in there some months ago) -- and eggplant for two dollars! I didn't buy any, but, today felt blessed. Summer feels blessed; on the last day of Spring I had nothing I really wanted to read and I was bored and kind of dysfunctional, on the second day of Summer I have Woolf, and Le Guin and Tan in my stomach like helium balloons. And everything is in the sort of wave that feels like it doesn't need to break.
(The package of books was not actually from Summer it turned out, it was from Tony and Darien. Thank you Tony and Darien!!!)
