Today I am made uncomfortable by the number of 3-level, windowless buildings being built nearby, replacing old heritage homes. Even the silhouettes of the buildings, great concrete slabs, suffer a lack of positive energy. They steal the sky from passers-by and neighbours. I think of the eventual occupants and the mood disorders of workers in such buildings.
This year, the Jacarandas are late blooming. The cold weather has delayed their purple brilliance and roadside carpets.