Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Easy Like Tuesday Evenings

Scoot it to the beach after work, and the tide is low so it's off to the pool for a few laps, stopping to watch the surfers and the crabs scrambling back into the water. The waves turn to creamy white froth at the rocks; beyond, in the golden light, are the pastel apartments on the cliffs of Bondi. I have to hurry back but stop and sit for a while and sponge it all in. It's so beautiful.

Driving home, licking my salty lips, bopping to the DJ's music. Happiness.

Meet I for a yummy dinner and hours of great conversation. A school friend, and we're all evolving. Nights that end on hugs and smiles and content bellies are the best.


Blogger AlphaChick said...

God I miss Bondi ...

3:08 PM  
Blogger dot said...

your life is like poetry!

7:17 AM  

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