This evening as I stepped off the train to come home
I got rained on.
Like really really drenched.
Its December 10th - the beginning of summer
and I'm cold and shivery
and my hair and my clothes are wet as can be.
But I thought I'd capture the moment
because it really made me smile,
and laugh -
as I accepted that the rain wasn't going to halt any time soon
and that I needed to get home
(I had new vinyls, bread and illustrations to protect)
I let my shoes get squishy
and my hair drip down my back.
Now that I'm inside I want to go back out.
There is still something so beautiful,
so foreign about rain to me.
Australian drought does that to you -
Makes you appreciate every drop that falls.
And that bread I was safe-guarding from the rain?
Its from Bourke St. Bakery.
I rushed in with a friend at 5.45pm just before closing
and snagged a loaf of sourdough rye
And in typical kindness,
they gave me a loaf of apple and spice bread for free
(needless to say its my favourite bakery now)
and I am thinking that this spice bread would make a good dinner
with a little honey,
cheddar and sliced pear.
To the soundtrack of rain,
and brewing tea -