Things I didn't even know I'd missed
Mar. 8th, 2011 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tattooofhernameEverything is waking up.
The thing with living in a third floor flat in the middle of the city is that there were no gardens around, not really. We never walked down many residential streets, never got to see much.
Here, it's half a dozen streets of houses with little gardens out the front to make it to Mutley, and I just keep walking past all this amazing life. The hyacinths are almost open, the daffodils are out, there's pink and white some-sort-of-tree-flower blossom everywhere, all the hedges suddenly have these long yellow flowers on them, it's just like, WHOOSH! Everywhere. Even the air feels more alive*.
I used to walk past hundreds of little houses with gardens on my way to school when I was little kid. Never realized how much I missed walking past and just suddenly seeing all these colors in the middle of the grey and brown houses. You forget, after a while, just how many different colors and patterns you can get in one damn flower.
I have the urge to clean all the things.
[*Generally, given how much it fights back when I try to breathe it in, I'm inclined to believe that the air is pretty damn alive most of the time anyway.]
The thing with living in a third floor flat in the middle of the city is that there were no gardens around, not really. We never walked down many residential streets, never got to see much.
Here, it's half a dozen streets of houses with little gardens out the front to make it to Mutley, and I just keep walking past all this amazing life. The hyacinths are almost open, the daffodils are out, there's pink and white some-sort-of-tree-flower blossom everywhere, all the hedges suddenly have these long yellow flowers on them, it's just like, WHOOSH! Everywhere. Even the air feels more alive*.
I used to walk past hundreds of little houses with gardens on my way to school when I was little kid. Never realized how much I missed walking past and just suddenly seeing all these colors in the middle of the grey and brown houses. You forget, after a while, just how many different colors and patterns you can get in one damn flower.
I have the urge to clean all the things.
[*Generally, given how much it fights back when I try to breathe it in, I'm inclined to believe that the air is pretty damn alive most of the time anyway.]
