It's a cold and wet, wet, wet Winter morning in Sydney this morning. My new desk is up against a window, looking out over the light industrial estate where the company is located, and the rain is thumping against the glass like a waterfall.
It's kind of nice really. (It's not so nice that my socks are wet from the walk into the office this morning, but that's a small discomfort.) I like the sound of the rain, it has a sort of meditative quality to it. Like waves on a beach.
I went out last night with Mikey (the lovely ex) and his boyfriend Evan to an evening talk given by the fashon designer Akira Isogawa, and when we left the art gallery it was freezing cold and raining quite heavily. Given a choice between huddling on the porch of the gallery with scores of other people, or braving it, we braved it and had a cold and wet walk to find a cab.
(I'll be setting up my new internet connection tonight, so I'll write about our little outing to the gallery and post a couple of pics then.)
The perfect antidote to a cold wet night though was a wonderful 7 course degustation meal at Rise, with the warmth of friendship and good conversation. Just about perfect.