Saturday, 9 February 2013
The admirer
I must admit, I'm loving sitting here. Watching her from a distance. She makes me smile. She doesn't know how much but she does. She is the one who you watch, and when she looks back she gives you butterflies. You try and hide it but you can't. Each and every time. I am lucky, as I can call her my wife.
Saturdays
Listening to a Saturday morning is something that I have started to grow used to. I mean, in my younger days I never even saw a Saturday morning let alone hear it. But what I have noticed is that there a big difference between the sight and sound of the morning.
Firstly let me state that I'm not in my fifties, or that I am a boring crud, but I now feel that I am more aware and more intrigued about what we do, where we live. I'm a lot more open minded. I mean that during my university years it was taken for granted what we all did and do. Whereas now I understand.
This particular Saturday morning is somewhat different to the other mornings that I have encountered. The sound of those annoying flying rats (the seagull) dosent seem to be as dominant as they usually are. For me they are the 'fingers down the chalk board'. I hate them. The only defence they have is that it's the tourists fault who feed them and think is cute, then fuck off back to where they live leaving the residents to put up with the demands and bad tempered mood swings.
The occasional rain showers brings with it a mood that can affect people from the off. Just because its raining doesn't mean we have to be in foul moods all day does it? The rain for me is therapeutic (the sound that is) I could watch the rain and listen, and if there is a thunder storm thrown in well, I'm on cloud 9.
The odd car is driving past, carrying in it a person that has their own interpretation of a Saturday. Off to work, shop, collect the kids? Are we in our own 'Truman Show'? The thought that you can encounter someone for only a few seconds and never see them again. Just thinking that they have their own path to take is incredible.
As I slowly become more awake and ready to take on this Saturday, the routine becomes regular. More along the lines of that I turn on my auto pilot. Get up, shower, breakfast, news and a good cup of coffee. I actually don't mind this routine, it could be worse. By the time lunch arrives the world of the unknown, unpredictable is here and we take on the day which tests our ability to progress. Even though we seem to know what we are doing, we are secretly thinking, figuring out is what move to make to get through each day. And that for me is why I have become more appreciative of what we all do, why we do it. A case of 'just living'
Firstly let me state that I'm not in my fifties, or that I am a boring crud, but I now feel that I am more aware and more intrigued about what we do, where we live. I'm a lot more open minded. I mean that during my university years it was taken for granted what we all did and do. Whereas now I understand.
This particular Saturday morning is somewhat different to the other mornings that I have encountered. The sound of those annoying flying rats (the seagull) dosent seem to be as dominant as they usually are. For me they are the 'fingers down the chalk board'. I hate them. The only defence they have is that it's the tourists fault who feed them and think is cute, then fuck off back to where they live leaving the residents to put up with the demands and bad tempered mood swings.
The occasional rain showers brings with it a mood that can affect people from the off. Just because its raining doesn't mean we have to be in foul moods all day does it? The rain for me is therapeutic (the sound that is) I could watch the rain and listen, and if there is a thunder storm thrown in well, I'm on cloud 9.
The odd car is driving past, carrying in it a person that has their own interpretation of a Saturday. Off to work, shop, collect the kids? Are we in our own 'Truman Show'? The thought that you can encounter someone for only a few seconds and never see them again. Just thinking that they have their own path to take is incredible.
As I slowly become more awake and ready to take on this Saturday, the routine becomes regular. More along the lines of that I turn on my auto pilot. Get up, shower, breakfast, news and a good cup of coffee. I actually don't mind this routine, it could be worse. By the time lunch arrives the world of the unknown, unpredictable is here and we take on the day which tests our ability to progress. Even though we seem to know what we are doing, we are secretly thinking, figuring out is what move to make to get through each day. And that for me is why I have become more appreciative of what we all do, why we do it. A case of 'just living'
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