Work is tiring. I come back and I just have to do something nice and entirely different from writing or reading all day.

Like cook without recipes, and draw.

the Window

I don’t know how people can say Adelaide is a backwater, or that life is boring. You just have to look through your window. Appreciate that you have a bus to take you to work. Appreciate that you’ve gotta wait for it to come.

And take a closer look at the flowers. Breathe them in.

taken captive by flowers