Sunday, May 23, 2004

I walked home with N on the day it started raining and didn't stop. The streets flooded and all the heavy pink blossom got caught up in floods and mixed with the petrol. There were rainbow colours in the puddles and blossom and it was cold and my jeans stuck to my legs.

A list of historians in red pen, pink and green highlighter, green and black bags hanging off the back of my chair. It's raining again. It's warm. It's lovely. I am tired and happy.