• reading Donna Hay, Delicious & Triple J mags
• listening to U2 , Fleet Foxes, Crowded house, The Seabellies, Red Hot Chilli Peppers and Coldplay
• contemplating whether to go to a party on Friday even though I've been invited to one tomorrow night and Saturday
• eating my weights worth of peanut butter and rye toast
• watching masterchef and black books online
• feeling uber excited for Harry Potter, tired from being at the patch and hopeful with my work experience application   

Waste - Foster The People

Probably my favourite song on the amazing album that is Torches

There were never strawberries

like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you
let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills

let the storm wash the plates

STRAWBERRIES BY EDWIN MORGAN