This day was so very grey and dark and cold.
The wind was icy, it rained and rained.
It felt as if the only good place to be would be snuggled up in bed.
Instead, I was in the midst of it, my feet soggy, my shoulders damp.
I shook my head at the lack of spring, the lack of light, the lack of warmth.
I sighed with the people around me about the mercurial nature of Melbourne’s clime.
I sat in long queues, listening to people gripe and harrass,
I fretted about money, worrying about what would happen next.
There is always something lovely to notice.
Something good, something to add warmth to my days.
Something that makes my breath softer, my hands looser.
Something to make me so very glad that I am here, right now.
I just sometimes need to wait and keep my eyes open.
It will come – it always comes.