Tonight

I went to work tonight. It was Good Friday, and town was very quiet. Before I left home, I was feeling confused and overwhelmed about a bunch of things, and lonely. On the way there, I got a flat tire on my bike, which always feels like one of the worst things that can happen. I didn't feel like serving customers, but made some pretty good coffees.

It was strange, I guess I realised that in spite of myself, I really rely on human contact a lot. I probably didn't provide the chirpiest customer service tonight, but it was way better than just feeling glum about myself, alone.

I was looking forward to walking home - it would give me some nice time to think. I had been texting Rose about different things, and Beth gave me a call as I walked. She was sitting in a digger, in Wellington. I was walking through central Christchurch.

The most amazing fog descended as I walked. It seemed to add 'lens flares' to all the lights around me. It obscured the moon in a most sublime way. It smelt amazing. I've always been a big fan of night smells.

On the last part of my walk home, two women walked past me. They were heading to town, and were drunk. One of them gave me a hug, and said I looked nice.

Getting a flat tire wasn't so bad.