I sometimes get a guilt attack.
Floundering between engineered myopia and a seasonal twang of regret.
No, not regret.
I prefer to say weakness.
For months I'd be cruel - in thought and exchange.
Then suddenly I find myself saddened by the sight of the figure standing below a classic early 90's kitchen downlight, hands in motion, mind lost elsewhere.
Like the 'I still call Australia home' tune, this makes me want to cry.

Spring has vanished.
This time last year I made (too) regular visits to the gelati shop on Lygon St.

Lemon sorbet will be my colour for summer.
I own:
(1) 3 hair-ties
(2) 1 floral print, butterfly-sleeved dress (bargain for USD$14 at H & M)
in that colour.

What happened to the 18 degrees and fine weather they promised this morning?