Something in the air

The second 42 degree day. Clothes dry in -literally- five minutes. The sun, relentless, destructive, strong and beautiful.

I read a lot today, and for the first time I started feeling that yes, maybe this can work, and that I'm starting to understand a little bit better what this whole topic might be about. It's also wonderful reading up on Hungary's contributions to sociology.

Then Betty, Remy and I went down to leighton beach and I fell headlong into heaven. The colour of the water, the sand, the texture...the cranes over to the left, and endlessness to the right. Rottnest like a mirage on the horizon, also dotted with ships. Home, stamped everywhere, stuck in my heart like a comforting stake :)

Then Betty dropped me at the corner of High street and I ambled into the centre, though most shops were shut. Frangipani trees, hibiscus, bouganvillea dotted my way and even the moreton bay figs spread their heavy, heady, lusty scent about. This heat intensifies everything, makes things sharper, bigger, weightier.

After buying some stamps to fix my postcard obsession, I walked towards the market, when a man, looking not-all-there waddled towards me, and I cringed inwardly, thinking he was going to ask for change. Instead, he shoved, quite forcefully, a five dollar note in my hand, and hurried off, despite my surprised protestations. It must be something in the air.

People I pass are full of smiles, which I take, and return, and put in my pocket where they sit, with the smell of frangipani, and my pockets pockets of sunshine.
If Balint was here with me, then there would not be room for improvement at all.

I was saying to Betty today, that really, I'm okay like this, because we communicate so well, but sometimes I jsut want the luxury of seeing him for a little while. Just for an afternoon, or a good long night... but i can't complain. At the end of the day, it's just the physical that's missing. he is everywhere...

and before I get sentimental...it's time for my run :)