three dimensions

Had the nicest, nicest day today, despite still being a bit sick. Took the ferry to Watson's Bay for lunch and philosophical discussion. It was overcast and wet from a downpour just when we arrived, but lovely.

We walked down a street that none of us had ever been down before and one of our number decided it was his new favorite street in Sydney. It had a park on one side and small, wooden houses on the other, in all colours, and nearly each one with a different kind of tree in the front yard. We walked past the houses and around, down the beach and up the walkway into the park, up to the lighthouse and then back down the same way again, and on our second pass down the favorite street we disturbed a whole huge flock of lorikeets, and several of them flew straight toward us in bursts of colours. And the one whose favorite street it was said, "That was an incredibly three-dimensional experience!" And it was, it was like a shot from a camera commercial, these green and red (and yellow and blue) birds in motion and coming directly forward from this vivid green tree in front of a blue, blue house.

Then on the way back on the ferry we saw a fiery orange sunset behind Mossman and lighting up the bridge and the clouds, and the water sprayed across the front ferry windows, and the same guy remarked that this was quite three-dimensional as well, it had been a very three-dimensional day.

I'm home now avoiding a phone call, eating the easy thing for dinner instead of what I'd planned and feeling like nurturing my cold, but I have the warm sensation of a very nice day full of exactly what I wanted.