Actually, I don’t think it’s all that surprising, the reason for my being so sky/cloud obsessed. I live in a 24th floor apartment, and I spend my Monday to Friday in a 31st floor office. My default view is the up-high.
We’ve had fog for a few days. Admittedly, not unusual for the time of year, but this week’s fog has been of the low and lingering variety, hanging around (pardon the pun) way beyond brunch.
The otherworldly effect has been pretty cool.
I realise I’m speaking as a person who has not been affected by travel delays (hello, cancelled ferries and delayed flights). It is a kind of luxury, I think.
Listening: Alive by Empire of the Sun
I actually thought I could leave the house without a coat yesterday… because it was sunny out, and I was feeling optimistic. I hadn’t even walked a hundred metres before I realised that it was a crazy notion, so I had to return to the apartment to sort out the ‘situation’.
Ah, these sunny days. They have something of the trickster about them.
But we who still have sunshine shall not complain!
It hasn’t slipped my notice that we are now in May… How the heck did it get here so fast?
The sun’s been out this week. If you close one eye, you could almost kid yourself that it’s still late-summer.
Oh, it’s true what they say, it’s the little things… and for those of us with little minds, most def!
Still time enough to Catch The Sun – thanks, City Riots.
For a short week, it’s been extremely trying – it’s felt extremely long. Being M.I.A. was totally unplanned, of course. I wish I could say that life got in the way, but alas, it was the usual. My boss thinks I am a workaholic. He’s mistaken me for someone else, but at the time he said it I was so shocked, all I managed was a snort when what I should’ve done was correct him on the spot. Now I keep waiting for the opportunity to prove that I’m not.
The literal ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ weather of the last day or so has left me with a serious feeling of wanderlust. I want to go somewhere that is on the brink of summer, or at least flirting with it semi-seriously… or at a minimum, somewhere that holds on to summer for a bit longer than Sydney.
Listening: Heroes by David Bowie
I grant you, not the best picture to post from an aesthetic or vanity (short legs, check!) viewpoint.
But here’s what I like about it: the effect of the sunlight on the carpet resulting in two different colours altogether. Combined with the lines of shadow, the effect is almost… cubist.
The other point being I wore the short onesie (playsuit) last night and it was a bad idea. There was a bite in the air, and I found myself shivering. The Hub thought I was play-acting, but hello, chattering teeth! Admittedly, I am a sun-lover so anything below 25C means discomfort. I think it’s goodbye to the onesie for this year.
Listening: After Glow by Foals
After a 7-hour day in the office yesterday, I was determined to get myself outdoors today. It was a lovely day, both in the city and over the water – so it appeared to those of us confined to the land, albeit happily.
This time of year is the best in Sydney, in my most humble opinion. Neither too hot nor humid. And on 27C Sundays, it’s sublime.