of heat

27.04.2012

Remember one particularly hot April, few years back, goddamn, maybe even it was a decade ago-I sunburned my back.
Some bloke on the radio said yesterday in the radio, that we should expect maximum 23C during the day. Well, when I looked last time it was 26C in da shade. I let the day slip away. Finally read some book, and was sunbathing and smoking foreign cigarettes. I begin to dislike smoking. Why on Earth I still keep on doing it? Bleah...

The awkward time approaches. Last year, this time, I was in the state of utter confusion and was gnawed on by contrary feelings. Also I was shaken as hell. I wonder if he remembers. Anything.

I have not much of a hope for Norway as I mentioned before, and the prospect of going to the Isles is ever more clear. Perhaps this is for good. Certainly it will be a positive thing for me and my dear Boy, as being apart must eventually take it's toll. So I'll try again to like the land of kings and queens. Maybe there are some new possibilities ahead of me, maybe I have there greater chance to pursuit my artistic "career". I would never suspect, not even in the wildest dreams, that I shall wander that much in life...

Sometimes I imagine what I could do, except for rather inevitable work at flower shop...I'd paint and sculpt and woodburn stuff. Maybe even do some wedding from time to time. Buy myself a longbow at last. And a bodhram. Sign up with some archery club. Go to Hastings. Have a lot of plants in the pots at home. Eat superfoods. Buy land.