Winter has struck early this year. Yesterday was the coldest May day for yonks. It rained heavily for much of the day, discouraging jaunts out of doors. It is warmer today - just - but misty, with a soft, almost imperceptible, rain that gathers on the surface of your clothes too light to penetrate.
I was out early this morning walking through it all rugged up with a surreal remembrance of the warm, sunny days not so long distant. I stopped at a cafe up the road and ordered breakfast while I made some notes at my table.I had that sense of being present - as I do now at this moment as I remember. I watched the rain fall outside and sipped my tea and listened without thinking to the Polish waitress talk of her home in Krakow. That was then passed now, all all moments pass, as this one now and now and now pass endlessly. This is what went through my mind, the transient nature of experience, how nothing stops and even if it stays it is just in memory.
Afterwards I walked up to Glenferrie road, to the library, and back again. The rain beaded on my coat and from my bag I fetched a beanie I put on my head.
I'm home now and working hard so the time slips away from me. My coat is hanging over the back of a chair and gives off the distinctive whiff of wet wool. I'm at my desk eating pistachio nuts in lieu of lunch, my mind ticking over, my fingers splayed across the keyboard typing as the words occur to me, no end to it really.
I wonder how many hours I spend in front of a computer screen? Too many. Rain or not, I'll be taking a break this afternoon to get out and take in the rain freshened air.