Today, and the evening prior to it have been just lovely.
I spent the time with a really good friend of mine, who I've known since our work and school brought us together. After meeting we have dinner and catch up on recent and upcoming events news, we discuss education and the future, past experiences are compared and we come to united decisions on things. She and I go to her work where there is to be live music - there is no music, the man did not show, but we sit and chat with her co staff, drink some cider and feel a little full. When we get home we are milling about before relaxing and watching a sweet dark natured film about a welsh boy in his teens, setting the world to right from his bedroom, it's awkwardly funny, I like it. Sleep.
Dreams about wind, wake, the window is open, I close it, my friend doesn't want it closed - I open it. Sleep. Wake.
Mid morning, first 'lie in' in a while, beaut. We walk over the river, past many flowers and strollers, heading for some light swimming in the fast lane before realizing we are in the fast lane, we then move swiftly to the 'medium lane', so we are just medium for about twenty minutes, not forgetting to mention the anxious wait then in the 'fun pool' for the wave machine to begin, all of half an hour later it begins, we then endure about two minutes of whistles blowing and bumping into parents holding their children, we decide it is time to take advantage of the spa area; bubbles, steam, relax, heat, shower, time to go for lunch.
We catch lunch by the river in a very friendly Greek cafe I forget the name of, my friend tells me they've just recently opened. After a lovely meal I ask for some of the sweet pastry I eyed when we ordered, and the gentleman 'born in Austria but parents are Greek' says we are to try some anyway. We talk about dreams we'd had and strangers who look like a combination of two people that you know, children and how irresponsible we may or may not be as future mothers. Time to head back to the house, grab the rucksack and go. We hug and I move through town with sweet pastry and pleasant thought's of a lovely twenty-four-hours in mind.
On the bus, looking out I see, beauty that gives you butterflies.
Nos Da.
