sunset

[raven]

I am chatting idly with the South African Siren; she's telling me about the weather, and how she plans to be in NYC next week, and sends her love to Shim. She is sitting on a deckchair on a patio in Cape Town, in a swimming costume (it's forty degrees, and summer); and I am on the Edinburgh-London train at four in the afternoon, speeding past snow-covered hills lit pink with sunset from below. Remember what the future was going to be like? All shiny and full of promise? I think this is it.

I think you all may have noticed that I have been the world's champion in rubbish at answering emails, texts, phone calls, LJ comments, and have mostly been drifting in and out of radio contact. I do love you all, and am interested in your lives, promise. I think I didn't quite appreciate exactly what I did to my body during my last few weeks in Ithaca, though; at any rate, I am now sleeping till lunchtime, and feeling sleepy again at eight; eating three meals a day like it's going out of fashion; and, as I said, drifting. It's taken me a week to get through half a novel when I wasn't doing much of anything else (Perdido Street Station; I sort of liked it, and sort of didn't), and Shim and I have wandered around Edinburgh enjoying the (relative) warmth and done scarcely much. It's been nice, really nice, and to be honest I am expecting it to continue for a while yet.

Anyway. That is why I am hard to pin down at the moment. I am still here, just... a little translucent, perhaps. I love this journey; I love the beauty of it, and I love how I always take it during times of change. We talked a lot, while I was up here, and there have been good things.