Oh, somebody get me out of here. I hate when this happens - it's like when a relationship ends. I have a slump, staying in for days at a time, essentially housebound. I have not left the house since....hm, let me think....probably Friday when I went out with the girls. Oh, no, I did take a walk by the water on Monday evening. Sure, I have a grocery list, but there's stuff in the freezer. I even have to make returns at some stores in the city, but there's time left on the receipts...
At least it's not so bad "slumping" in a city I like. Still, I am officially bored and disgusted with myself. I feel like I need to tell myself off, like a wayward child, or get someone in here to drag me out. I was going to go out today, but maybe I will do it tomorrow. Needless to say, my phone takes a vacation sometimes too. However, on Sunday I put on Handel's Messiah and loosened up my vocal chords for a few hours. It was the first time in about....oh, two years? Felt so good.
Of course, when these stay at home periods end, my first forays out into the real world hit my senses like a wave.
So, to the point. It's going to rain tonight. Today was somewhat overcast, fairly mild, and a breeze started up in the afternoon. As darkness fell the breeze picked up. It's not cold (18C (66F)), but it is refreshing. I stood on the steps with my sleeves rolled up, taking in lungsful of air, and I had one of my life moments...
Leaves rustling on the trees and clattering along the sidewalk.
Cozy yellow lamps and pumpkins on people's porches, and the streetlights casting pinkish hues over houses and cars.
Pale patches of cloud scudding across an indigo sky.
A church bell ringing a few blocks away, carried to my ears on the wind.
After a few minutes the spell was broken, but I had enjoyed the feeling.
Then I thought I would come back and share that moment with you.
A poignant image of St Christopher, bearer of Christ, at St Patrick's Cathedral