I rode out of the CTE tunnel last night to explosions in the sky. A rumbling shower of colours, which caught me by surprise. I was lucky. I had gone to collect my bike, and was late for the get-together at Brewerkz, but I was in the right place at the right moment with the right view.

There's a guy on my msn list(I won't mention his name), and his nick, everyday of the week is a countdown, "5 days to the weekend" or "3 days more" and this morning his nick is "Monday coming" and I just think he is sad sad sad. What kind of a life is this, where you keep counting down, waiting for another day or moment to come ? An eagle soaring in the blue sky, the cool breeze on your face on a hot day, the pink flowers in the divider along the highway waving at you, your favorite song playing on the radio; Look hard enough and you will find wonder in seemingly ordinary moments.