Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The First Day.

A borrowed backpack, 
A recurring dream,
A hopeful vision,
And, many a welcome smile.

The sky clouded his lazy brunch but, he didn't mind. Not this time. While, dark heavy weather was usually the precursor to a morose outlook, this time the surroundings allowed him to muse and dwell into the possibility and emotions of all that is. 

A distant voice jingled,
A bird cawed,
A gaggle of children's laughter seeped through,
And, smile at the ensuing solitude, he did.

A book whose back was barely cracked lay next to him. Given by a friend as a good travel read. He smelled briefly of Orange essence, thanks to a slightly leaky wrapping of a gift for another friend as he waited patiently for the hand that would join in the adventure ahead. 

Hello, holidays. 

You've been a long time coming. But I'm not going to rush into you. I'm going to linger here and dawdle and re-discover what it feels like to let time drip down my body as extravagantly as possible.