Today was a good day. One of those Sundays, when the room was flooded with light and things felt possible. Sometimes I find the pressure of what's to be ticked off the list a little overwhelming and stupidly taint the day with a defeatist mood before it's begun. Sundays especially, it can go either way. I'm an idiot, I know. Is it just me?
This morning though, we woke reasonably early and took the opportunity of cyan skies and sunshine to escape for a walk in Richmond park.
Amongst the squelchy leaves, we avoided angry-sounding deer and talked the afternoon of work ahead, our lives ahead, everything really. There is nothing like a bit of fresh air to get some perspective. Why do I NEVER bloody remember that one?
It was nice. I think Buddy enjoyed today too...
Poser.
