Sundays

It is a glorious Sunday in Sydney.

The sun is shining. People are happy. Well, at least the neighbours are playing happy with guests in their backyard. I’m sure there will be plenty of unhappy people today but let’s not spoil the moment.

It is Sunday.

A beautiful day by any account. I am inside. Not really partaking of it, fantasising about sitting on a terrace or balcony, watching the world and drinking some decent wine. I can do that. On my balcony. I even have the wine. The question is more of why don’t I? And that’s what I have been thinking about today, fantasies never live up to the promise when they join in with reality. They are usually much more vivid and pleasant in your head then when they finally escape and wreck havoc with your ideas.

Why? Well let’s take my fantasy into consideration. Why wouldn’t it be as good as I think it will be?

a) It won’t be as warm, I want tropical night with maybe the sun on my skin.

b) Sitting for any length of time on my balcony is not very comfortable.

c) I will get bored very quickly. There’s not that many people to watch. Not enough happening to keep me entertained. My thoughts will wonder on another fantasy – to be somewhere better, to a better terrace with better wine and company…

…so the cycle continues.

Now this is meant to be a wine blog of some sort, but there’s plenty of those. So this will be my winexorcism.  Wine is coming…

 

Wishing this was my view…