Friday, August 19, 2011
Grist to the mill
Well, some days run nicely to plan, and some days just don't.
Today, the sun, sky and chill in the air reminded me of Dunedin, or more rather, the Taieri. With a breeze that was so lazy it was disinclined to go around one, instead penetrating, and clarity of the air that spoke of frost and icy puddles, it was an atypical day for an Auckland winter.
Distant landscapes were visible, individual trees and contours clearly shown, it was a joy.
Enough of the poetic, on to the more prosaic and Day ten, a song that I can fall asleep to. Oddly this was a difficult and troubling choice for me.