Cascades.

17 January 2002

The sun is out today. Beautiful cool breeze, not too hot, perfect for sitting outside. Went for a coffee. Looked up at the sky, imagined days like this where I will take my child for walks, stopping to look at the trees and birds and clouds.

Funny how some days you have all the same pressures weighing on you that you always have, but somehow it doesn't seem to matter. The trees, the birds, the clouds are the important things. You listen to someone playing the piano, notes cascading like a waterfall over the fabric of the day. Sunlight glints off car windows passing by. You talk of gardens and dogs and small children who don't get out of the way when you warn them about the hose and how they get wet and bewildered as a result.

Your pressures will always wait for you. Days like these should be savoured when they come.