Day 469: No Need For Hats

massive waft

Big, rich dreams and some snoozing. A shower, a prayer and a little bit of yoga to start the day. Some work (did my next draft of that translation) and some play (J and her boys, in the park across from my house - what fine creatures, all). There was a boy from Romania, maybe, or Poland. He was 5 and very sweet. He talked with a fairly strong accent, but was very good with idiom and hugely open to talking to people. He had a lovely face, with big, wide, dark, friendly eyes, all ready to engage. 

no need for hats, you dogs

I stroked a dog in an old-fashioned(ish) pram. Like 1980s, not Victorian or proper antique. She wasn't wearing clothes or anything. She was 14, so she had an excuse. She had grey chops. I liked her. I enjoyed some existential angst and the feeling that I was cradled in one great big hand. I rode my bike. I got hit in the face with a waft of lavender so strong that if I'd have been a cartoon, I'd have boinged in the best of ways. 

very sharp weapon thing

I ate yellow courgette pasta and tomato sauce. I sliced into my thumb with a cheese slice, which made me laugh, oddly enough. I drank tea. I had a bath. I cried at the last of Battlestar Galactica. Quite a lot. 

I made some plans. I felt different. Here's to new, braver, juicier stuff. Here's to more.