The rain beats down on the skylights, and the music plays:
It is a mellow Saturday, enormous clouds furl and unfurl endlessly along the mountain sides. Autumn has finally beaten Summer into submission, the first hints of golds and reds have touched the trees, and I have regretfully packed our sandals away until next Spring.
There is something oddly comforting about just being here, listening to the rain tapping away, letting the time pass slowly…
I am going around my new home, working out where to hang picture frames, and moving furniture around, while the children are playing some interesting game involving hurling themselves at one of the living room’s walls (don’t ask. I just look away).
It feels increasingly like home here, as new routines are created, and life is slowing down.
T has been on holiday and out of touch for a couple of weeks, and I hadn’t realised until now just what a relief it’s been to not to have him flaunting his good looks and romantic bliss in my face several times a week.
Now he’s back, and I’m going to have to see him on Skype talking to the children, and in the flesh on a weekly basis. It is like having one of these annoying little stones stuck in your shoe, but being unable to shake it off.