One Sunday
October 24, 2006 by edzguanko
I am waiting, barely noticing the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle chatter of people enjoying their breakfast.How could they not see that the sun is shining more brightly, its warmth tempered tantalizingly by the crisp October air? How could they not hear the wonderful melody of the birds, blending surprisingly with the early sounds of traffic? How could they not smile on a glorious morning such as this?
Or maybe, my senses are just heightened, my perception more vivid, and my heart more alert than ever. To feel my skin tingle in anticipation of the day ahead… to feel wonderfully alive, is truly a gift that words cannot do justice to.
I close my eyes and savor this wonderful Sunday morning. Not thinking, just feeling. I push my uncertainties and fears away, the warmth inside me melting them like dew.
Today, I will not try to label feelings, to foresee the future, or to feign indifference. I will let the tide take me. I will let it wash away my foolish longings, my girlish dreams, and my hopeless fantasies.
I see him walk in and I know, the day has just begun.
Very nice. I hope more Sundays like that will perk you up. You have a deep (and well-crafted) ways of projecting your essences! You’re a good writer!
thanks, eddie! your compliment is much appreciated. have a good one! =)