Weetabix Vibes

It was a nowhere-to-hide sky.

We think of cloudless skies as one commodity when, really, there's still a few different sub-categories to that species. My favourite kind is a dusty blue. It's virtually blemish free except for a brown-grey veil covering it like a dry mist. Something- a wisp of a something- trying to dilute the sunlight like a layer of dirt on a window. Those kinds of skies are best savoured at four in the afternoon. 

This sky though, wow. No mercy. It's the most unforgiving blue. Pure blue, so blue that it's virtually white at the edges. 

That was the colour of the sky yesterday. And today. 

We took a detour on the drive home from school. Along long, smooth and empty roads. Everything was so clear. Pylons against the sky. Dry earth and occasional trees. Pops of yellow flowers. A Bob Dylan CD blaring out. That music fit the weather perfectly. Harmonica. 

Back at Trogslight, we went to the beach and got ice-cream. 

It's tomorrow now and I'm sat on the kitchen table. The backdoor's open- a smoky breeze coming from the BBQ. I'm pretty relaxed. I still have problems & stuff to think about. I'm not going to pretend I have not a care in the world but my problems aren't going to kill me and they're not important now. They exist and could be bigger. I'm feeling pretty lucky. 

I had a bowl of weetabix earlier. With strawberries and raspberries which made it look vaguely like the one on the packet. Imagine a drizzle of honey. There was no honey but just imagine there was. Some music quietly played in the background. It was average music but different to what's normally on the radio which was nice. Actually, I don't think the music was coming from the radio- it was spotify, probably. The weetabix was nice and the smells were nice. The music was nice and I was feeling pretty okay. Happy. I was happy. It was a good feeling that deserves a name. 

I'll call it Weetabix Vibes. 

Because it's okay but a very good kind of okay. Low key happiness. 

Sending all my Weetabix Vibes,
-Radium