The window is open casting spells of sun on the amber coloured parquet. A gentle breeze is landing on my skin. I can hear the churchbells in the distance, echoing through the bare, empty streets. I feel so good. All around me are signs of love. The cuddly toys strewn over the floor, a discarded sleeping bag from Sebastian resting somewhere in the space between me and my husband. Shoes, designer bags, a mahogany chest of drawers displaying a collection of a rare perfumes. A photo of me and my loved one from Juan les Pins. Memories, collections, items of daily life. I feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
There has been no work in the last few days. Instead we’ve been watching films (Australia and Jane Eyre), I on the sofa with the dogs and Reinout in his chair next to me. I can finally feel the stress bleeding off as I’m lulled into a sleepy rhythm where days and nights are blending into eachother. Although I start working next week, this will be from home, and I will do my best to carry on the pattern having emerged in the past days.
I’m filled with peace, but also anticipation of the year to come. It’s the time of year when I shall get a new notebook, conclude the objectives I have achieved, contemplate on the ones I didn’t and set course for a trip into the future. 2010 will be my year. The sense is so strong it cannot be ignored. I just have to hoist the anchor and set sail.