Sunshine

It has felt like another place than London these last few days. Last night, eating on the terrace at Smith's of Smithfield, the sun bright and hot well after 8pm, the sky incongruously high and blue, I had the disorienting but rather lovely sense of being in Sydney.

A sense which, more dubiously, lingered this morning, in the office, dark, surrounded by buildings, all dimness and green venetian blinds and over-zealous air-conditioning; the office to which, on a day like today, one has to take a warm garment to put on inside. The sense of dislocation was slightly disturbing, inexplicable.

It was a scent, perhaps, or something about the light slanting down the lightwell and through the slats, or the humidity and rolling thunder. It can't have been anything in the content of the day, the meetings and documents and people and problems; the work. I am pretty much at home at APT now, I no longer feel like an interloper, I know vaguely what I'm doing and I even seem to be respected, sometimes, just a tiny bit. But there is nothing about it that feels like any of the lives I've led on the other side of the world. It is entirely here and now.

Before all that was a slightly complicated weekend, with its share of difficulty and conflict but also sunshine and beauty and more than one restoration of faith. To the ones who put up with me: thank you.

In the meantime, online life has been neglected, a little. Expect that to continue for awhile: I have dancing to do.
Posted by matt at June 20, 2005 11:20 PM