Between me and the setting sun the day felt endless. I cartwheeled along parched grass and skipped along the knee-high bricked wall in front of our family home.
Hitching my skirt up under my arms, I danced lightly with my bare feet gripping the cold concrete, avoiding splattered tracings of bird poo.
I would run and play, until neon clouds streaked across the sky, never stopping to think about tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. But then tomorrow arrived and it wasn’t the same.
So I didn’t want tomorrow to be here, today, but it was and there was no escape.
The days and weeks and years went on, so I played and laughed, and cried, until my tomorrows couldn’t come fast enough.
But who would have known I would arrive at today longing for my yesterdays; wishing to feel the scorched Canterbury grass beneath my feet and the comfort of the warm Nor’west wind on my face.
It’s my first proper break since summer early this year, and I’m already fighting the urge to start new projects and get on top of things, but realistically I know I should stop.
It is time to slow down, to regroup, catch my breath and leave technology at home. I’m escaping to the South Island for the next 6 days, where I’m sure to be running free in bare feet…
Photography: Howard Sly, edited by me