Today I spent a calming half hour in my favourite writing cafe doing exactly that - writing. Nice to be back. Caffeine was delivered via two vectors, coffee and coke - I hadn't had enough coffee at that point, so I had developed a low level headache. Feed the addiction!
It's winter here in the Southern Hemisphere! So in the cold weather here in Victoria I have been seeking the great indoors for my writing outings. This is the time of year when the Federal Coffee Palace at the MGPO is a little breezy, despite its gas heaters. So I have been supplementing my cafe writing stints with a new habitat, namely the lofty-ceilinged library of the RACV Club, a private Club based here in Melbourne that I am a relatively recent member of. The Club has great resources, and the Library is my favourite part of the entire setup. It has about 10,000 items that you can borrow as a member, although I prefer to read things there rather than take them home.
To top it all off, the Club is located right behind my apartment building. In addition to writing in the Library, I also love spending a few hours sitting in one of it's deep armchairs, reading through whatever my latest obsession is. In the interests of sharing, and on the topic of what I am reading, I am currently obsessed with the growing phenomenon that is Google+, and reading several books about using it for business. Nerdy, but interesting. For some reason, fiction is not holding my attention at the moment.
The Club is really becoming my home away from home - an extension of my personal living space. And to top it all off, there is a restaurant, a bistro and a café area, where I can read and write in comfort, and importantly stay warm.
It is Autumn here in the Southern Hemisphere, or Fall for my American friends, and I am walking further afield to have my lunchtime coffee. This is part of my recent effort to walk more, in general. Actually, it is a lovely day today, quite warm, and as such I am still indulging in iced coffees, a hangover from Summer. Today I am writing at a little cafe on Leicester Street called Bar Scopa. They have accommodated me at the outdoor table pictured above, and I have enjoyed my stop here. Earlier I walked up to a local park near the University of Melbourne, where people were enjoying the sunshine on the lawn beneath the trees. The grass smelt fresh, and the clouds are big and puffy: in short, a lovely day.
What point do I want to make about all of this mundane detail? Only this: life can be good when you pay attention to the little things. Things like the smell of a lawn after a mower has gone over it. Your day can also get better - albeit marginally so - if you go one block out of your normal way, stepping out of your routine, giving you a fresh perspective on your everyday world. My little walk through the park achieved this today.
Life is good!