Date: 22.01.2009
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
Time: 4:10 p.m.
A chilly afternoon is the perfect time to step outdoors and ride through the neighbourhood. The cool air is mild enough to invigorate you into sailing through the narrow lanes of a child’s memory. People are mostly indoors while a stray cat can be seen prowling in a slightly unkempt lawn. It is just the time to slip on an extra shirt and allow the cold to stiffen your muscles, just enough for that extra bit of effort needed to move, without the accompanying discomfort.
It is peaceful. The trees appear to not have noticed the nip in the air and cling firmly to their leaves. Two young cats meow and chase after one another. The neighbourhood where I spent the first few years of my life remains unaffected by the winds that have blown across it over the years. It is that conventional stretch of reality that I am glad to have left behind. I would not have fit in there, though it is something that will remain true wherever I go. I dislike boundaries — the wanderer that I am. Monotony and idleness tire me more than any strenuous activity could.
The same can be said about my area of residence for the last thirteen years. It is as dusty as ever in its attempt to cling on the vestiges of a more pastoral past. The puppies that were born just a few days ago have been growing at an alarming rate. The dogs live in the dirt, though. It is funny how I still don’t know who my neighbours are, apart from those in my building. Although I must add that the trees adding a spot of untainted green to the scenery are dearer now than ever before…
A January sun is not one that boasts of a blazing intensity. Instead, it confers gentle warmth whenever it chooses to make its presence felt. It is quiet and passive in its attempt to make an impression and lives almost in conjunction with the evening air. This is the season in which I want to spend my nights up at the terrace, with a lit bonfire and some mellow music to make me feel in tune with the stars. And I’d like some good company as well, that with which the wall of pretence and forced goodwill becomes unnecessary.
All I need at the moment is a fitting sunset, followed by the dawning of novelty.
End: 4:30 p.m.
2 comments:
A moment of a warmth from a star 8 light-minutes away does things to people taking a light walk in the evening, doesn't it?
I have experienced as much during my scant sojourns to the Lake during the wintry holidays. It's calm, peaceful, beautiful; compared to my area - all dusty and unkempt.
Greenery! Ah, we could use a lot of that!
Beautifully writtn..i loved the imagery used in the last-but-one paragraph.
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