Days like these fill me with the urge to clean, to nest. Bright bright sunshine, bare branches, clean eucalyptus smelling sheets on the line, and a cool breeze with the breath of snow off the mountains.
The cats sit with squinty eyes basking in the warmth.
It has been a hard week. My boyfriend of 11 months broke up with me, and all I could feel was the rain of broken dreams pelting down on me. But my friends came to my rescue - kept me alive with tea, honey on toast, and sweet champagne. They reminded me that my dreams were my own, and always would be, and all I have to do is have faith in them.
And I am stronger than I think.