(Russell said "she is beautiful just as you said". )

This morning the RPM instructor looked like an oddly endearing mix of Malcolm Turnbull and Hughesy. It was a good class, and deep fuschia colours rent the sky as the sun rose on my way home.

My weekend of Nannuppery and bliss resulted in some writing, so I will slowly type that in here. Or I might just be fancy and difficult and scan it instead.


Nothing like a dew blessed forest at dawn to jolt one's soul back in place.