wonderlust

Today as I was working I heard the sound of an icecream truck playing Greensleeves - it was as if I had still been connected to my childhood by a lacky band - I was instantly pulled back to my youth. The excitement when I heard that sound, the dash back home to mum to beg for money for an icecream, the agonising decision over what to buy. I actually hate soft serve icecream but I sure was nostalgic for those days. I don't know if children today can get excited over the little things which is sad. I think they have lost their wonder. I hope I never get so jaded that I cannot be excited about a ladybird landing on my hand or seeing a kookaburra in the middle of the suburbs. Perhaps I have always just been satisfied with small things.

I have some leave from work and since I still rise at 5.30 - 6.00 have been taking the opportunity to walk. I have been walking for at least an hour each day. I must look a sight because I realise I unconsciously walk along to the pace of my MP3 player which has an unusual mix on it but I haven't planned the playlist well for exercise. One minute I am striding along to Iggy Pop's "Passenger" then I slow down for Rose Royce "love don't live here anymore". I will have to remix the tracks to match my exercise.