Sydney has turned on one of those magnificent Autumn days, sun warm, breeze gently blowing, wisps of clouds in the sky. Yesterday, I reacquainted myself with my running buddies after a long absence at a club event. I didn’t run … way too unfit for that … but it was so nice to mingle with them and catch up. In the not too distant future is the reality of getting back into activities with them, meeting for training on weekly basis. Life has finally reached that corner I’ve been waiting for and I’m now making my way into the turn. Yippee! So many things are no a possibility again and I’ve decided on an activity to spur my creative juices again. It’s so good to have the melancholy of the past weeks start to lift and feel that I am no longer staring at a dead end.
Today, I am taking my pen, a notebook and selection of Walt Whitman poetry down to the Rocks to listen to some Irish music and watch the world go by. Sit in the sun, drink a few tipples and just soak in the day. It’s been so, so long since I’ve done something like that.
My photos for today’s Sunday Selections, the brain-child of Kim at Frog Ponds Rock, are from my trip to Hobart last year. Enjoy!