We had a really lovely walk, with Rubí smelling the herbs and the rocks, and for once I slowed down and made myself go at her pace, pausing and enjoying the smells and the turn of the breeze. Gradually it began to get dark around us, but there was no hurry: we were just a few steps away from home.
Just being, not doing, and just being with Rubí under the moon, that’s good enough for me.
When I get back to work next week they’ll ask me, “What did you do in the holidays?”
I shall say, “Not much.”
I nearly went on a day trip to Alcoy, but I couldn’t work out the bus timetable. I nearly went to the beach for a second time but there was a rumour of jellyfish. I nearly worked some more on the painting I began two years ago but had a beer instead. I nearly finished the stable extension, but the rest can wait till the autumn mid-term break. I nearly prepared all my Geography schemes of work for teaching Key Stage 3, but just re-arranged my school backup files…
But I did go for a lovely walk with Rubí on a perfectly still evening under the moon, which was nearly full, but not quite.