out my door and steps away. on the seawall. fresh sea air, green trees, deep breaths.
for as long as i can recall, my parents have told me about the long walks along the seawall, with me as a wee babe in the pram. cold winter days, blustery wind, warm sheepskin keeping the chill out... and then the time when at 4 months old i touched the dirt with my small feet for the very first time. again, on the seawall, with salt sea air, pram nearby... these stories (and a sort of visceral sense of having been here before) come forth each time i walk along this seaside path. deep breaths, feeling blessed.
recently on my days off i've been particularly interested in listening to new music and looking closely at my surroundings. especially green tea and afternoon shadows. the lengthening day means the light spills in to my apartment at the perfect time in the afternoon and i lap it up. the space looks different, more awake but also more mysterious.
