What I did on the holidays....

Its always a funny smell... so familiar... its the smell of a summer evening in my street. I have not worked out why it smell like that. Its a combination of the types of tress that grow here, the sea that is just up the street.. and maybe something about the dry, dry air.

And its always an odd feeling. When I'm sitting alone at night, and leaving a place that I know so well, just like i will do tomorrow. The bright moon casting shadows across the shapes of my surrounds, that of course look so normal during the day, but in the inky blue light of the evening, form a new landscape.

And to hear nothing.. just to have peace in my loneliness.

It's such a comfortable sort of loneliness. Something that I sometimes feel I can live in forever, or no matter how tired I am, cannot leave for bed. Like a world I dont know enough about, yet.

It doesnt feel like an emotion. just a feeling that I love the world, and that I belong in it.