peripathetic

My god. This is weird. I'm sitting here, not in Belfast, but in Reading (which is in the south of England and where my big brother used to work). And I have been here before, but so long ago it's difficult to remember where I was and what I saw. Visiting Alan has been lovely so far but I've been quiet, full of thoughts, crossed wires but one big ray of light through everything. Holiday times take you out of the world and make you feel different. The whole world seems new. And just at the point at which the world seems newest and brightest, today, I'm off to London for the afternoon to see Jonathan, who will be pulling me gracefully down to the warm solid earth again. Nicely, though. :o)