150 words #5
I spent yesterday doing little more than breathing and playing bananagrams. An excellent way to start the new year, and I hope to find a few more days like that before January is over.
There were wattlebirds singing yesterday afternoon. I don’t love the sound of the wattlebird. It’s a grating kind of call, not at all beautiful to my human ear. But I used to hear them a lot in the house where I lived when my children were younger, my father was still alive, and I was bone-weary tired.
Yesterday, when I heard the wattlebird call, it conjured a reminder of that time that ran so deep that I think for a second I actually was that person, living that life in that house again.
I do long for those times, but thank goodness I am no longer that tired. And thirsty. Why was I always thirsty?