With all this being unsaid

23 07 2011

Saying goodbye this afternoon was too easy, and the refuge that is a home as well waited patiently. Stepping through the doorway, I felt transported to a peaceful place, and the dull roar of the air-conditioner says that it is time to sit back and read the novel that has been waiting.

Summer days are too good. Too soon, it will be time for the onslaught again, and these days will be appreciated all the more.

The toughest decision for the rest of today is whether to step back into the throng of people at the shopping centre to buy an eye mask to sleep in. I’m leaning towards no, and feeling the massive strain of having to make this heavy, heavy decision.

Oh, summer, how I love you.