weekending

This afternoon, I set out to roam the woods nearby and the sky went from cotton wool clouds to broody within ten minutes. But I persevered despite ominous clouds hovering; not much comes between me and my walks. Soon enough, the skies opened and unleashed torrents of rain. The park that opens into the woods has the best canopies in the form of tall pines, willows and hobbit huts created by overhanging branches and vines. I ducked beneath branches and climbed into various shelters, cradled by vines, breathing in the heady scent of the woods in the rain.

On the walk home I was soaked to the bone, but somehow the magnificence of that much rain was more a source of wonder than irritation. We’re greening-up in these parts (at last!) and the rain felt cleansing. I made tea and tried to lure the cat—who’s not as spellbound by rain—out from under the table … no such luck. Yesterday, after spending a couple of hours in Indigo with a stack of books and tea, slunk in an armchair far too comfortable to leave, I brought home a Lonely Planet guide to Bali and Lombok. This trip is becoming very real! More on that to come …

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