feminish

The light is hazy and thick in the valley this morning - not at all glaring or crisp. I like it.

The past few days have been bright and clear - the kind of penetrating, stark light that leaves no room for slow wake-ups, that gives you no chance to say ‘almost’ or ‘maybe’ or ‘perhaps tomorrow’; the kind of light that makes everything around you immediate and transparent - an almost urgent daylight: ‘up we get’, ‘off we go’, ‘come on now’, ‘let’s get to it’, ‘you’re already late’!

Today is different. The world seems softer - a bit more suggested, a little less obvious. If the bright days tell-it-how-it-is in high digital-camera definition, days like today are quintessential Lomo days: mysterious, blurred and heady. You’re not quite sure what’s going on. It feels like dawn has been extended and daylight postponed - the hours have stretched a little and it’s safe to slow down and to take your time.

It’s the kind of day when I can press pause on my feminism and enjoy my cup of tea, properly.

The light is hazy and thick in the valley this morning - not at all glaring or crisp. I like it.

The past few days have been bright and clear - the kind of penetrating, stark light that leaves no room for slow wake-ups, that gives you no chance to say ‘almost’ or ‘maybe’ or ‘perhaps tomorrow’; the kind of light that makes everything around you immediate and transparent - an almost urgent daylight: ‘up we get’, ‘off we go’, ‘come on now’, ‘let’s get to it’, ‘you’re already late’!

Today is different. The world seems softer - a bit more suggested, a little less obvious. If the bright days tell-it-how-it-is in high digital-camera definition, days like today are quintessential Lomo days: mysterious, blurred and heady. You’re not quite sure what’s going on. It feels like dawn has been extended and daylight postponed - the hours have stretched a little and it’s safe to slow down and to take your time.

It’s the kind of day when I can press pause on my feminism and enjoy my cup of tea, properly.