Wednesday, 21 March 2012


This morning I got up early and went out for a walk instead of a run.  I heard soft birdsongs called from treetop to treetop, rain slowly dripping from the leaves, dogs barking friendly hellos to one another and my breath and steps as I put one foot in front of the other.  The sky was on incredibly shade of orange and I felt the warmth of soft rain on my face.

Fresh air works wonders.  As does listening, walking and watching.  

As I sit here with a cup of tea in hand, I can hear the rain pattering on my rooftop and the wind howling through the trees.  They are so right about Melbourne - four seasons in a day. 

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