Today’s weather was unseasonably perfect.
The sun was out but it wasn’t glaring or humid. The wind was blowing gently, tousling my hair just a little without messing it up. I went out and about in a long-sleeved black tunic, jeans and my calf-length boots, a large purple shawl wrapped carelessly about my shoulders. And I didn’t even cringe from the heat. It was like Europe all over again. Mmm.
Where’s the sun?
Don’t know, don’t care.
It’s perfect the way it is now, I just want to savour the wonder of it all now.
Soak up the sun by Sheryl Crow
Sunday morning lovers by Yamaguchi Yuko (Japanese, taken from one of my favourite drama series, Over Time)
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