A couple of nights ago I had a really great night. Not because anything particularly exciting happened but because it was just one of the evenings when it was great to be alive.
Monday was a really hot day. The type of hot where this Tasmanian could have very easily decided the only thing to do was lie under the full force of the air con and wallow in self-pity. My black and white baby however had her heart set on a walk. Puppy eyes win every time. I stripped down to what I deemed the bare minimum of clothing required to be walking the dog and stepped outside. I am so glad I did. The rivers edge was abuzz with people making the most of the cooler part of the day. The heat-hazed sky was a palette of pastels that faded into dusk as we walked. The full moon then appeared casting its light across the calm river. This stunning evening was an eerie contrast to the same day one year prior.
