As winter ends, thoughts reach out.
A Stream of Consciousness piece written as I walked from my parked car to my place of work. Originally Posted on Medium.com
Winters End.
Walking though the silhouetted park I spotted a loan cat sat on the wall. The sparkle in its eyes met mine before it looked away.
Something more interesting was happening. Rear legs lifted. Wiggling it’s rear it checked its traction.
Looking across the open land of the park I saw what was more interesting than I. A small shape, moving across the grass. A mouse? A baby rat? A vole? Which sets it home up in a park? All of them? One of them?
Jumping down from the wall the cat entered hunting mode. Keeping low to the ground, moving slowly one front paw stretching out before the body moved. Slipping behind its prey, watching, stealth, rear paws always ready for the chase.
Did the cat catch its prey? If not, soon it would.
The nature of town life. Always be ready to take opportunity.
Early morning amble to work tripping on thoughts of freedom.
As winter ends our attention turns to what is to come. Warmer days: the giver of smiles. Rainy days, wet warm walking through generous green forests. And of course, the holiday.
Guarantees of sunshine, beige beaches, calm Mediterranean Sea while laying still on sun beds catching up on the written word.
Stripped bodies, sun quenched skin, sipping cocktails, watching as the world goes by.
As the sun fades the search for entertainment. Gone from long dark nights hidden behind curtains lit by trash TV. To the neon night. Sweating to summer sounds, loving the dancing. The love lost in the rain of home and tired legs forfeit fluidity.
Two slow weeks till the strapped in, push back as the plane screams down the runway and that moment of weightlessness as the land loses its grasp.
The daily grind returns, and the memories of smiles, beaches and bodies all hidden in the phrase ‘yes lovely, thank you.’
All that is to come, winters end is near. The poison cold, holding us in its grip — squeezing till we cough and sneeze, will retreat to the other side. To carve into another hemisphere bringing SAD, bringing the bite, bringing slipping feet.
Winter wither.
Out and ostracized.
Stimulating star.
Power me from this land.
Truncated time.
Life is about connection. On a planet of billions, there are only two – you and me.
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