Remember
REMEMBERING
So still the morning, not a whisper from the trees, the sky hidden by a light blanket of grey cloud. All is eerily silent as if the day is reluctant to start. Trade is slow at the bird feeder and even the neighbour’s cat, normally so anxious to catch a sleepy sparrow, is mysteriously absent. It’s not cold but there is a slight chill to the air, just enough to keep the senses alive. The world feels almost detached. There is nothing wrong with the moment but neither is there anything to commend it. There is time to contemplate, to fondly think of past events and people long gone, to think of the laughter and tears that we’d shared. It’s like being alone but not lonely. For a fleeting moment they are gone yet here. Sometimes blankness can be comforting. For a while I’m in a different place. But the moment can’t last. A lethargic pigeon lets out a weak coo; in the distance a lazy canal boat engine chugs into life. The world is stirring.
I’m going to linger for a while, sit here and savour memories; they would have liked that. I’ll re-join the world a little later.
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What a lovely blog. Thank you for sharing the moment. I could really feel it and will recognise next time I find myself in that place.
I’m really pleased you got something out of it. I was a bit annoyed about the adds above ‘Letting Go’ and ‘Coping with Loneliness’. I’m not sad or lonely when I think about friends that have passed on. When I’m gone I would occasionally like it if my friends gave me a thought now and again – and I’d like that thought to be a happy one. What greater testament to life than being able to raise a smile for somebody – from the grave!
Yes I get all of this. I can be in several different places throughout the day, and the mornings can be one of the most pleasant at times because I no longer wake to the sound of an alarm and then a morning radio station (God, I now hate those ones I used to listen to in the 90s which were designed to get you going in the mornings!) and instead l love the peaceful start with perhaps a few nature sounds if it’s mild or warm enough to have the patio door open while I have my first cuppa. Fortunately for me, I rarely get up now until after all the workers have started their toil, so I don’t have to endure the almost insufferable sound of car after car after car driving past interrupting that peace and tranquillity. My apologies, my reply seems to have turned into a bit of a blog of its own!
Thanks for your response. I think I’m a bit different to you. I get up earlier now, not just in the summer (to listen to the dawn chorus) but also in the winter, weather permitting. Straight from bed I wrap up tight and go outside when it’s still pitch black – especially when there are clear skies. The stars look brighter, they look nearer. Everything is crisp and fresh. I can’t linger for long but I love that first breath of cold air when it hits the lungs. And back inside, in the warmth, that first cup of coffee really feels good. Fortunately I don’t have the sounds of traffic to contend with!
Yes we are different. I can associate with certain aspects of similarity though, and the stars & sky in the dark? Well…even though I enjoy the bright quiet sunny mornings with the sounds of nature these days, I’m technically still a night owl and preferred night working to day working. On my travels from building to building around the factory complex where I used to work, I would regularly pause to look up at the silent night sky, take in the peaceful aura and enjoy the feeling that everything seemed to be going at a slower pace than the usual hustle & bustle at daytimes.