Just half an hour ago. Tired of too much time indoors. It might be the right weather to stay in and enjoy my own company but for a bit I decide to do so outside. The view from my window is green and some rays of sun push through the impending dark clouds while gulls announce the beginning of something new.
I open my wardrobe and pick out my parka. On it goes and out I go. Through the door and up the mountain. Damp and humid is the air. I can feel it about to break. Something in the atmosphere. The sheep and horses know it too. Their instinct is more sharpened than mine. And as I return from the pinnacle I run past the collie smiling and singing. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. By now it is bucketing down and I can hear the tall eucalyptus trees towering over me sway and dance to the song I am joining in with. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to the wind and the air. Inside a feeling that had been weeded out by the daily dredging of man-made clockwork machinery tuned in to the wild scent of a human animal. Taming the beast's yearning within. I smile. I grin wildly. As a child would, I parade down the road. I make my way back home. The taste of joy fills my insides and the gift of the gods has washed my hair. On the other side of the door they don't understand. Their only comments are to do with towels and other such things. I get dry and sober up slightly. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
