Theme Thursday - Light
I really was on a roll with Theme Thursday for a while there.
Never skipping a beat, blogging every Thursday, as sure as eggs.
(Can someone please tell me why eggs are sure?)
But I'll admit it, I've been slacking off.
I've been looking at the themes, then throwing them straight into the too hard basket.
Cracking those eggs every week.
And then there's the fact that I'm now working four nights a week instead of two. Thursday was always one of those nights but now it tends to be a little later than in previous times.
I'm becoming less brave!
What is wrong with me!
So, light, eh?
I find the light around where I live quite magical.
I went up into the hills last night because I was too injured to run, and I got to the summit, and it was close to sunset.
My goodness the hills looked amazing.
Everything touched by a beautiful amber sort of light.
I nearly continued my walk over to Castle Rock, which would have added an extra hour on, but I thought the better of it when I realised that I shouldn't push my injuries too much.
I flirted with some strange story lines though.
Trekking to the top of the hill, hypothermia setting in, dying out in the place I love the most.
Something about the port hills makes me feel so distant from everyday stresses.
The further up you go, the quiter it gets, the more beautiful earthy smells there are-
I love running in the hills when it's been a hot day, and there's been a spring shower. It's the natural version of the hot, wet, asphalt smell. And it smells absolutely amazing rather than disgusting.
But the light up there is just gorgeous.
One of my best friends used to often walk with me up there in the Summer in the evenings.
I really miss those days.
Hopefully when summer returns, I can look out over Christchurch again at sunset, and late into the night once more.
Never skipping a beat, blogging every Thursday, as sure as eggs.
(Can someone please tell me why eggs are sure?)
But I'll admit it, I've been slacking off.
I've been looking at the themes, then throwing them straight into the too hard basket.
Cracking those eggs every week.
And then there's the fact that I'm now working four nights a week instead of two. Thursday was always one of those nights but now it tends to be a little later than in previous times.
I'm becoming less brave!
What is wrong with me!
So, light, eh?
I find the light around where I live quite magical.
I went up into the hills last night because I was too injured to run, and I got to the summit, and it was close to sunset.
My goodness the hills looked amazing.
Everything touched by a beautiful amber sort of light.
I nearly continued my walk over to Castle Rock, which would have added an extra hour on, but I thought the better of it when I realised that I shouldn't push my injuries too much.
I flirted with some strange story lines though.
Trekking to the top of the hill, hypothermia setting in, dying out in the place I love the most.
Something about the port hills makes me feel so distant from everyday stresses.
The further up you go, the quiter it gets, the more beautiful earthy smells there are-
I love running in the hills when it's been a hot day, and there's been a spring shower. It's the natural version of the hot, wet, asphalt smell. And it smells absolutely amazing rather than disgusting.
But the light up there is just gorgeous.
One of my best friends used to often walk with me up there in the Summer in the evenings.
I really miss those days.
Hopefully when summer returns, I can look out over Christchurch again at sunset, and late into the night once more.
Comments
Enjoy the light