It’s a good day to stay inside, away from the draining hot nor’ west wind. I was blown backwards and sideways on my bike going to and from singing this morning, and after fitful sleep (I wake and feel the fell of dark), the lyrics of the songs we sang seemed weighted with strange significance.
Goin’ faster than a roller coaster…
Imagine all the people, sharing all the world… (Yeah, right.)
I see friends shaking hands, saying, ‘how do you do’, they’re really saying, ‘I love you’…
Look at me now, will I ever learn…
You’re still glowin’, you’re still crowin’, you’re still goin’ strong…
Take this sinking ship and point it home…
Only you know how much I have lost…
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky…
Soon you’ll be sailing far across the sea…
Hit the road, Jack, and don’t you come back…
Hoki mai ra…
There’s the sound of Tane the tiler’s saw in the driveway and the occasional sharp clatter of tiles from the bathroom. Slow but steady progress; Mum and I have booked another week in the hotel.
Out in the garden, the peach tree continues to blossom and the wind has eased.
Anne-O-tations 