Faux Summer

The end of August's Winter and the starting of September's Spring always impresses me. When you feel an absolute warmth in the morning after a drought of cold breezes, the sun burning on your head throughout the day...even the accidental, slightly pink nose from being burnt from the unexpected heat.

Yesterday was exceptional. Newcastle was beautiful. The way the water glinted from the sunlight's reflection was amazing. Standing atop King Edward Park Hill...

And yet, it reaches late afternoon and I am reminded of August's chill and it's overwhelming burden on Spring's warm air.

It's nearly been a year since I ran to that Hill, thinking how horrible time can be. I remember being so angry that I hadn't gone for that run a couple nights prior. Maybe I could have seen him, maybe I could have changed the events that escalated.

Ultimately, there is nothing I can do and nothing I can ever do to change that but it really sucks. I have looked over that cliff edge and it's height is so frightening. I really miss him. I miss a lot of people and things but I miss my friend a lot too.

Well this was vague. Possibly obscure, whoops.

I'm really lost.

"Too late", she cried!

"Too late" she cried! is the perfect expression for this coming post.

After having finished my French Trial Exam this afternoon, I had a rather swell bike-ride throughout town ending up in a park with the sun still shining - what great weather! And I was in a proper mood to maybe write a decent blog, but each time I thought over an idea for a blog...the words kind of escaped me. Still, I persist. I would like to write a blog...maybe this won't be a "cool" blog but you know what...everyone needs an appreciation blog for their dog. And my dog "Rocco" is looking so damn cute right now.

What do I like about Rocco? I like how he instantly realizes the surrounding emotion of the room and attends to it. I like the way he greets us every afternoon as if it has been years. I like the way he "talks" to you in weird sounds. I like the way he doesn't like sitting on your lap but is always happy to join you, lying on the ground and warming your toes. I like the way he interacts with my parents and brother. I like the way he tries to hide his food from the crows by collecting leaves from around the garden and placing them upon his plate. I like the way he can open the door by himself, and how we figured out he could do this. I like the way you can hear his paws on the wooden floor boards as he comes running down the hallway. I like the way he scratches his back on the pavement, by continuously rolling from side to side. I like the way he is fluffy and white but with black ears and a long continuous line of a sandy-red colour down the middle.

How on earth did he end up in RSPCA? He is the most loyal and wonderful dog. And woah, he has his own facebook! What a good mate!

End of appreciation.

Stay Gold Mes Amis,

Nina