It’s a quiet Monday afternoon, a school holiday, and Sigur Ros is playing on the radio; outside my window bright sun, blue sky, white clouds, wind. It’s been a while since last I posted, but now it’s time to start again, going down a different kind of road. I want to be out there, wind in my hair, sunlight on my skin, pavement firm beneath my feet as I stride through the streets of my city. Just a few quick notes now, a cup of tea, and I’ll go, out into the beckoning day.
I love the way tea smells when I lift the lid off the box, heady and sweet and rising in an almost palpable cloud of scent, insistent. Love the way light shimmers in the lacquer and porcelain, so deep, as if glowing from within. This, this is what a man should find time for no matter how busy, the things truly worth living for; just as a man should live his life the way he dreams, with never any apologies.