I had a lovely summer, finally with some free time and I graduated from college, so I’d chalk that up to a good time.
Church Street milling with people mid day is where I found myself, disappearing into the throng, walking with no place to go until I met a friend and we sat ourselves down to catch up on everything we’d been missing, long been kept from enjoying time off, no pressing deadlines or harried hellos and goodbyes. We’d been through some hell of a ringer and came out clean on the other side. And in that late afternoon, we sat outside a cafe, smelling of cinammon in the air. The smell of nicotine intermingled as we sucked on pale white cigarettes, vestiges of lipstick with names like wine festival and bold crimson caressing the tips. And I remember thinking, summer smells so sweet.
Light filtered through kaleidoscope tinted sky lights, and the light buzz of beer was coloured with reds, blues and bright yellows. Behind me were little wooden houses, brightly painted and in rows perched on shelves lined till the ceiling where the colours of the stained glass danced upon them as if for tiny little people. And on many occasions, we all feel tinier than we are but with a couple of beers in hand and bowling drunkenly afterwards, the brightly coloured bowling balls sloping ever always to the right, we could not have felt any bigger than at that very moment.
Trees blooming with pink flowers are such a sight to see and one of my favourites, even when a tram is zipping me by so fast I couldn’t hold on to take a picture fast enough. Thankfully I did. And with a lake spread out before my eyes and fishermen waiting for the long haul not too far away, I felt like a tiny dot among the crowd, in a way that made me realize we’re all trying and we’re all okay.
In the effort to become a self sufficient adult who knows how to feed herself, I’ve started learning how to cook this summer and I have to say it’s a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Maybe just as good as eating the food.
Recently I learned how to make one of my favourite snacks, paneer tikka and was pleased that it turned out well (high five to self) 🙂
My disappointment with pop music as of late has been nothing short of abysmal but a glimmer of hope remains. Here are some of the songs I’ve been listening to, latest or not…
- Cecilia and the Satellite by Andrew McMahon in the Wildnerness
- Let it Go by James Bay
- Say by John Mayer
- Catch and Release (Deepend Remix) by Matt Simons
- Re:re by Asian Kung Fu Generation
- Sound of Your Heart by Shawn Hook
- Don’t be so Hard on Yourself by Jess Glynne
- HandClap by Fitz and the Tantrums
At times, I reminisce about those ineffable mixtures of happiness and languor. I want to feel like water colours dripping down a page, free, light and best of all, dissolved in warm memories. A bright yellow, the colour of the Post-its lining my father’s desk, or the plum of my favourite shirt. Perhaps the meringue orange of my mother’s warm sweater that I used to sneak for myself. Maybe the green hues of the potted plants breathing in my old home and the grass I rolled around in. I imagine slowly seeping into the page…
Now, that’s a good feeling.
It’s good to have vacation time 🙂
So I started drawing a lot more manga and I’ve made a few mistakes but it’s getting so much better! I especially love drawing their hair and eyes 🙂
So with all the free time I have this summer, I wanted to give drawing manga a shot. Since I’ve been reading so much InuYasha it’s only fitting that I drew him first 🙂
don’t look like this
all too often.
Both lazy and vermillion.
on cobbled streets
with cool cream left running.
The wind played a game
of hide and seek
between our ribs.
With mint sky and tulip clouds
poured above our heads.
The day was teal tinged
beginning with canary yellow
and ending in pleasing reds.
The view makes climbing to the top absolutely worth it.
(And this climb was particularly dizzying.)