It’s 28°C outside. It’s hot, but there isn’t a touch of humidity in the air. I can’t help but take my time. I’m supposed to be thinking of where I’m going, what I’m doing, but it’s too nice out. Another beautiful summer day.
And no one to share it with.
I hadn’t clicked the photos before. Love the fresh laundry contrasted against rusting tin. Something emblematic in it, could be a poetry book cover.
Sharing with myself is a new thing. Not until a couple years ago did I give myself leave to go to a restaurant with myself. I felt I was being stared at but it was in my head. Sharing with someone is good too. Alone can be melancholy by times.
@xibee — You know, I had no idea what the flower was named. I know absolutely nothing about flowers, except that “bulb” is some part of the anatomy.
@Pearl — I never noticed that contrast. When I took the picture, I just liked the way the clothes were hanging on the clothesline. You don’t see that too often where I live.
I think you have to be a certain mood to go to a movie or restaurant by yourself. I’ve never done the latter, but the former I’ve enjoyed several times. Sometimes when you’re alone you want to be with someone. Sometimes when you’re with someone, you want to be alone. It helps you appreciate it when you’re actually doing what you want to do.