dusk dances

Cold weather arrived this weekend. Saturday afternoon was just cold enough to demand gloves and brilliantly sunny enough to demand we be outside to enjoy it. Happiness is an afternoon at the beach.

sunday

Saturday night started with the symphony and ended with chocolate martinis; moving from calm beauty to laughing chaos. The night didn't bring me home until 4am, so Sunday morning started a lot later than usual.

Sleeping in, silent coffee in cozy couches, yoga, more coffee before heading out to wander the streets with cameras in hand, rainy day pictures, quick stops in Chinatown sweet shops to load up on treats, more wandering in pursuit of wall murals before ducking into another coffee shop, a long conversation with a very drunk man named 'Laslo' who was also very hard to extricate ourselves from, getting lost in time in a bookshop and heading back home to curl up under blankets with good books. There's a lot going on and changes quickly approaching, Sunday was a good day.

saturday

Saturday was a whole lot of perfectly perfect nothing. Taught an early class then went home to change for brunch which didn't end up happening. I meant to go, I'd been looking forward to it, but then I got cozy curled up on the couch, and the floor, and the pillows and the afternoon moved along without me actually leaving my flat.

I can't remember the last time I stayed at home doing nothing but reading and daydreaming. I think it might have been when I was in India. Heaven.

tourists are funny

Taking a picture of some guy taking a picture of some people...