I noticed today that the understanding of how lucky I am to have escaped death is akin to the state of falling in love. Heightened awareness: of the tint of leaf or the way foliage falls on a branch, the low morning sun glancing under silver clouds to shimmer on variegated shrubbery. And I am lucky. Bryony attends school in central Christchurch. I am there two, sometimes three times a week, moving around the Unlimited campus or having a coffee, browsing in bookshops... and quite often craning my neck to admire some detail of Victorian and early 20th Century architecture: corbels, arches, colonnades, cuppolas, balusters, stamped brickwork; I adored it all. Killer design. And I am in Love with Life.
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