I woke early this morning, the grey light pouring through the cracks of the curtain. I work from home and the computer is only a few steps away. I want to write about space ships zooming past, but I have bills to pay, so I write about communications and networking instead.
The waves crash against the sea wall at high tide. Once the sea recedes, I'll jog along the shore, smiling at dog walkers and young men digging up lug worms for their fishing. If it doesn't rain. Everything is misty and grey at the moment, a slate grey sea under an ash grey sky, with a silver grey streak of horizon to join them. It will probably rain.
Perhaps I should bake instead.
The winter sun disappears into the grey mist, the sea and sky merging into an almost flourescent blue. Swansea's afternoon darkness manages to surprise me every damn day. My son phones me. He's an apprentice in London and lives in a small room in a shared house. He wants to tell me about someone interesting he met on the tube.
My mother emails me from the airport, flying to New York for a conference or maybe it's an exhibition, I lose track. She sends me a recipe for black bean and avocado enchiladas. I'm in that magical time, I guess, where neither my children nor my parents need me.
My boyfriend arrives home. We spend the evening on the web -- news and blogs and comics and art and stories. Amusing, thought-provoking, outrageous, enraging.
I bought a joint of beef on special and we ate it with roast vegetables and drank red wine. There's a woman I'd like to be who does things differently. She eats green leafy vegetables and always gets enough sleep and never drinks too much and always meets her deadlines. She probably doesn't stare out the window either, doesn't even notice Mumbles lighthouse glowing in the distance. So maybe it's not all good.
Today was a quiet day, an unexceptional day. I'm content. I pour another glass of wine and toast my reflection in the mirror. Tomorrow, I'll write about space ships.
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About the author: Sylvia Spruck Wrigley is an author and a pilot, writing from Swansea and Southern Spain. Her book You Fly Like a Woman is on Amazon.
