Some days, wisps of memories force themselves out from some
forgotten recess of my mind and play themselves out, like an old-time movie,
before my eyes. They are happy memories; memories of childhood summers. And they
are vivid. So vivid that I can feel the languid air of the fan as it gently
caresses my warm skin. So seemingly recent, that my eyes are blinded by the
silver light of mid-morning bouncing off of my white bedroom walls.
Outside my open window the cicadas sing shrilly to their
hearts’ content; drunk on the heady heat of an unyielding sun. I can almost
smell summer – that strange scent of dust and dry vegetation. I am staring at
the ceiling, noting the strange patterns that the paint and the light seem to be
conspiring to create on it.
It’s time to get up. But do I really want to? The hours stretch
out endlessly. It seems like sunset is an eternity away. There are so many
minutes to fill up. I gaze back up at the ceiling, thinking I can see the
outline of a sheep in the furthest corner of the room. Perhaps it’s not just the
cicadas who are drunk on the heat and the light. I can hear nothing else but
their crazy, tuneless song but I force my ears to drown out their dizzying
sound.
Now I am able to hear the clock tick-tocking away in our hall.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. How many more tick-tocks till nightfall? Maybe I would
stay in bed and count them, while conjuring up imaginary patterns on the
ceiling.
Somewhere outside the cool, blue expanse that is the sea
beckons and friends are impatiently waiting, anticipating a game of hopscotch or
hide and seek. I could get up. I should get up, throw on a dress and
start my day. Or I could lie on my entangled sheets and continue to count each
tick. And each tock.
Just as quickly as it came, the memory fades. Ah, childhood,
when time seemed endless and we wasted it by the bucket-load. Just because we
thought it would last forever. Just because we could.
BEAUTIFULLY said LOREE!I was just thinking yesterday how fast my days are going by!I can remember thinking when will this day be over!To think back to childhood days...........for me is a long time ago but I do recall MOST of it!Even nap time in Kindergarden I can recall!
ReplyDeleteWeren't those kindergarten naps just the best thing? I still remember the tables we had: hexagonal and pastel-coloured.
DeleteHow lovely. And looking at your pictures, I feel like I'm in heaven!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I enjoy taking photos of the water.
DeleteI wished I could listen to cicadas when I wake up ! But I only hear the meowing of my old cat and the rain outside ! Your post is beautiful and I love the pictures.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked them. Now would that old cat be Arthur?
DeleteThat brought happy tears to my eyes, Loree of many good memories and a whole other sense of...everything. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteIsn't childhood just the most wonderful time? Pity we often waste so much of it.
DeleteLoree-Your words paint the picture of those sweet days when we could take our time deciding if we would wait a few more minutes to rise. Would it not be wonderful to go back in time and recapture those moments of childhood! Hope you have a great week.
ReplyDeleteI would love to go back, even for just one day.
DeleteYour writing is getting better, Loree. Sweeter. More finely-tuned and breath-catchingly lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you Suze. Your comment means so much to me.
DeleteLoree your writing is very profound and evocative! It is as lovely as your beautiful photography!
ReplyDeletei miss my childhood days sometimes. when i think of it, i wish i could remember everything.
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