I'm listening to: Norah Jones - The Nearness of You

I think I know why we might sometimes feel like we're dreaming when we're in situations with the need for social interaction after a break (of a few days?). Besides the fact that we're retuning ourselves to function in a group setting, not being used to group interactions is also similar to how social interactions in dreams follow a dream logic of their own and we often relinquish autonomous, truly deliberate control, and behave along these lines (most of the time and usually until we wake up and think back) unquestioningly and uncritically.

I was intending to blog about this yesterday, but I was feeling a little too lazy, haha. I happened to look out of the window in the late afternoon on Sunday when I was going to get ready for ballet, and was struck by the view. The sky was a really pretty, subtly mottled, dove grey from the rain earlier in the morning and unexpectedly, the rooftops of the houses and buildings in my entire view were gilded an uncommonly beautiful shade of gold. If you can imagine: gold with its warmth toned down dramatically but still alluringly scintillating. The contrast was incredibly striking.

Late afternoon/early evening sunshine is so pretty it always sweeps me off my feet when I do have the time, opportunity and mood to appreciate it. It's like a flower in full bloom, just before it wilts i.e. when twilight and dusk settles in; speaking of which, I do like twilight too (NOT THE VAMPIRE SAGA, PLEASE), particularly that of weekend mornings which you aren't really supposed to be seeing because the weekends are for sleeping in =) If you can catch these transitional phases, it's almost like a microcosmic suspension of time where you experience, to some degree, a transcendence of chronological flux, and are allowed a brief glimpse of the stillness of the clockwork that governs the universe.



I almost forgot your face;
Till they played that song tonight,
The one we used to hate.