Spring twilight ramblings...

[maharetr]

I love this time of year, you walk home and the world is golden with setting sunlight, and it's a little cool or a little warm but whatever it is it's right. I'm in the living room at the moment with the curtains open and the late afternoon is sprawling on the couches.

I'm listening to Clare Bodich and the Feeding Set, a new CD of a JJJ group/singer, retail therapy for a so-so uni mark. This is proper porch music, or Freo music, or something good and pure. Turning the radio seems all wrong, so I've put it on random and dancing around the room periodically. This time of day is all wrong for assignmenting. There's faint purple on my fingers still from mulberry-tree foraging. You shouldn't be writing assignments with mulberry juice on your fingers. There's something fundamentally and instinctually wrong about that.

So the light and the juice must fade, first.

I'm home alone this evening and it's luxurious. I don't quite know what to do with myself. I want to light a candle when it gets proper-dark enough, but after that… there's a lot of 'I shoulds' in a list at the moment. They'll be gotten to, in time.

When I have my own place, or my own place to rent, I want there to be lots of nights like this, walking home from work at 5 with the world all golden and un-spiralling at home with the evening unrolling under my tapping fingers.