2.4.07

Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself

This must be the most beautiful monday of 2007, so far. After many, many dreadful and gloomy beginnings of weeks, in which I would not see a reason to wake-up earlier than 11am, dragging myself upstairs to put the kettle on, and cursing my fate in this cheerless island, suddenly everything seemed to have taken a different colour. Today I woke up at 8:30, full of energy, and went out to buy supplies for a very non-brazilian breakfast (eggs, bacon and orange juice). The air was so light and the sun so radiant, that on the way I decided to buy flowers to brighten up the house. The only misfortune is that the flower stalls around Woolwich's high street are not award winning types, to say the least, and in the end I had to resort to M&S for a small bunch of orange roses, modest but cheerful. When I came back home, it was nearly 10am, and I made a pot of the most fragrant Brazilian coffee I found the other day in this little shop off Oxford Street (Pil√£o), woke the boyfriend, and he cooked us brunch (already to late for breakfast). He left half-hour later to his weekly golf class (on a monday - not many people can afford this), and I sat down on my little desk in front of the window, watching the sun lighten the old warehouse buidlings and the Thames, to write this short but jolly account of my morning.

This moment, right now, is my favourite. Life seems suddenly full of possibilities.

Obviously it's a combination of several elements that made this day, of all days, to become what it is. Spring has arrived and I've got an entire week off work for myself and for everything that really matters - the act of creation. Life is only worth living if it's shared with others through creativity.

It was today, walking the ugly streets of Woolwich, that I realised: it's been nearly ten years that I've got this thought under my skin. That I can only die in peace once I've created something that can be passed on to others, a glimpse of my own understanding of life. A piece of myself, transformed into something solid and visible.

And so it is that today, of all days, I've decided once again to record fragments of my existence in this modest online journal.

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