Wednesday, 4 April 2007
I wasn't called up for work again today. A good thing as it turned out to be a perfect autumn day. I reminded myself of why autumn is my favourite season. Maybe it has something to do with the lingering aftertaste of summer in its soft light. Life seems to slow down a little as the sure promise of winter's cold stillness ahead is signalled. There is still enough light and warmth around to enjoy, without the taxing brittleness of summer or the boundless energy of spring. (I like it too because mcdinzie and dinzie take photos of dahlias.)
Of course the draw of a walk to St Kilda at low tide was too much.
Two examples of why Dunedin beaches are popular with surfers.
And this is why the St Kilda playground (popularly known as 'The Dinosaur Playground') is so popular with children, and has been for several generations now.
Unfortunately I couldn't spend the whole day playing with concrete dinosaurs. There was a poem to be written!
My father tried to explain perpetual motion
pointing to a bike wheel as it still spun
minutes after the rider had dumped it.
Later I discovered for myself
the suspended animation of fleas
and the perennial nature of wallflowers
as opposed to marigolds. Everyday occurrences
came later, such as vans that deliver clean towels
to hotels, and abandoned cars on front lawns.