It's a year since my birthday last. Time is escaping me!
As I leaf through this wonderful little book, presented to me only this afternoon, I experience an overwhelming sense of.. muchness.
There's so much to see, learn, eat, love, lose, hold, make and generally wonder at.
[I also realise the distinct disparity between life-altering epiphanies such as these and cheap coffee shops.]
It was in this prepossessed state in which I entered Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake Ballet in the Edinburgh Playhouse.
The production was wonderful. Entrancing ballet dancers, a strikingly austere orchestra and my preoccupied mindset contributing to a particularly hypnagogic performance.
My thanks to my wonderful partner for such a splendid evening x