It is nearly midnight here in London. I am sitting in my room, battling with a 2,000 word essay, trying to assess whether the 1960's were a period of "exceptional social and cultural change", and why. Upstairs, I know that my housemate T is battling with her own deadline for a website launch and will probably be up till 2am, working.
Further away, G is in the pub with his housemates and R is at home, mourning the thought that soon her good mate Margo will be leaving the company, and the nature of our friendship will change forever. Will it survive the move? I hope so ...
Even further away perhaps L is awake, caring for her new baby and A is awake, writing her research as she always did, at night, with Scooter - beloved dog - lying close to her in that battered old dog basket. And in the night, perhaps my nephew V is still awake, playing computer games and my sister is awake, watching a movie.
Somewhere, my mother is out there, on the brink of sleep, and still missing me. Hi mom, I'm thinking of you ...
In my quiet room, the soft background music plays "I like London in the rain". It is the beginning of our glorious autumn; the end of summer. We have had warm sun and skies this week; the lawn is mown, my volunteering project is over - the words spoken, the book written.
Far away in America, they have burned the man again out on the Playa in the Nevada Desert; Burning Man is over and I have missed it once more; another year to go before I can find a way to go and be there; to make yet another of my myriad dreams come true.
Here and now though, it's time to be moving on; with all the nostalgia and bittersweetness that comes washing in to accompany yet another change.
I feel content; connected. Happy.
Thank you for that :)
Further away, G is in the pub with his housemates and R is at home, mourning the thought that soon her good mate Margo will be leaving the company, and the nature of our friendship will change forever. Will it survive the move? I hope so ...
Even further away perhaps L is awake, caring for her new baby and A is awake, writing her research as she always did, at night, with Scooter - beloved dog - lying close to her in that battered old dog basket. And in the night, perhaps my nephew V is still awake, playing computer games and my sister is awake, watching a movie.
Somewhere, my mother is out there, on the brink of sleep, and still missing me. Hi mom, I'm thinking of you ...
In my quiet room, the soft background music plays "I like London in the rain". It is the beginning of our glorious autumn; the end of summer. We have had warm sun and skies this week; the lawn is mown, my volunteering project is over - the words spoken, the book written.
Far away in America, they have burned the man again out on the Playa in the Nevada Desert; Burning Man is over and I have missed it once more; another year to go before I can find a way to go and be there; to make yet another of my myriad dreams come true.
Here and now though, it's time to be moving on; with all the nostalgia and bittersweetness that comes washing in to accompany yet another change.
I feel content; connected. Happy.
Thank you for that :)
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