Dark to light,
Night to day!!
The day comes upon us.
There was a really refreshing breeze blowing across balcony this day. It was blowing in from the North, and so had the chill from the cooler climes of my homelands. However, the little weather widget doesn't give home in telling me that maybe one day there will be rain, or even a couple of fluffy clouds to give a temporary respite to this constant heat. One thing is for sure though, there is some tranquility in this early morning solace. A coo of a collared dove and a feeling like the fridge door was left open on a hot sticky summer night.
I've always been an early morning person. Maybe as the gene structure of my father's farm job had evolved into my system and I was used to early rise. Something that came in handy in the heyday school days of breeding birds in the aviary at the end of the garden. A nocturnal tip-toe to feed and clean them out before the 6 mile trek to school. England was a lot different to the near year long round temperate climate of this land called Greece. There was no way to make idyllic, in some verse from a Gerald Durrell passage, the steps made in cold of winter through snow and boggy rain. But the job had to be done. Funny what you think of first thing in the morning.
Maybe this is one of the reason I grew a dislike to cats. I remember they would jump on top of the aviary room in the dark of night and this inevitably would frighten the birds to flight. And unless you were an owl, night flight is a precarious activity at best of times. I would come in the morning to find many of my small feathered friends with their necks broken as they crashed into walls and windows alike. From these days on I foud cats to be my nemesis in these bird breeding activities.
Not mentioned the coffee, yet this day. It has already been dispatched already. Am on instant as I haven't had time to go buy my regular filter. Which is not true. I just fail to remember it as I enter the supermarket. It sits to the right of the main door and for some reason I am absent mind in these moments Seems like my brain kicks in just after the banana section, ad then goes into a frantic 'what do I need' session. Not a list maker really, but am thinking on certain adventures, such as a trip to the store, it is essential to the survival of the chronological efficiency of the day. So, cool breeze and hot coffee, flavoured with the orange juice. And now I think of Paris, Texas.
Travis is the main protagonist here, and has an ability not to sleep. He spends his nights doing menial jobs (this is a really strange term, mainly because people who do these jobs for a living, probably don't find them menial at all) such as shoe polishing or dish-washing. Luckily I am not so much an insomniac, but rise early not really feeling an urge to plunge my hands into soapy waters. Hence I sit on the balcony and see the day get created and wonder what will occur. Wonder if I will get to talk to my muse. Wonder what about this person, who sits on this balcony has made such a situation. I ended the night last night talking to an internet soul, who seemed to add friends to her limited list to have some strangers to talk to. Maybe the reason being, like most of us. We need to speak some words and the closest of companions would look upon them with an air of strange wonder.
Maybe this is because many of us, and I guess I want to break that mould, have a two sided personality. I see the social face of many people. Like the recent weddingI attended, where it seems that putting on a suit meant that you had to act in a certain way. Like the starch of the costume transposed itself into a stiff and rigid personality. The civilised etiquette of dull lifestyle. I was trying to convince my daughter to go and jump in the roof top pool to see what would happen, as it was a warm night. People find it great when it happens in movies, but frown on it if it were played out in front of them. So I convinced the waitress to dispense a large glass of wine and became a 'people watcher'.
And the world awakes, at least in this neck of the woods. And I will start to think of the many things I have to do to make the day seem productive. The first is to take the coffee cup to the kitchen and think about the menial task of clearing the mountain of washing up. Upwards and onwards!
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