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Thoughts that fly by my mind

Today I noticed that the air is crisp and cold.  This is so different from previous days as the weather as been so hot and steamy. This is is shaping up to be a different winter.  Last night I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.  I said it was crisp and cold what do I mean by that.  I can feel the breeze on my right arm as it passes over the wooden slats of the blinds and I  can feel the coolness of it on my skin. There is a hint of rain in the air as the breeze ebbs and flows. I look out my window and the prayer flags and moving in the wind.  I notice that they are faded and ad ragged and that this surely represents the impermanence of life.  A car has turned the corner by the house  and the sound of its tires shushing on the road makes me wonder if it has rained during the night. But I am too lazy to get up and check  The truck across the road is pulling out of the

I look out my window and the prayer flags and moving in the wind.  I notice that they are faded and ad ragged and that this surely represents the impermanence of life.  A car has turned the corner by the house  and the sound of its tires shushing on the road makes me wonder if it has rained during the night. But I am too lazy to get up and check.  The truck across the road is pulling out of the driveway and it makes a sound  like the roar of a balloon gondolier.  I can hear the birds there are pigeons whoo whooing and the long leggy  sharped

I can hear the birds, there are pigeons whoo whooing, and the long, leggy sharped beaked,  brown and white plovers, making their mournful call. I can hear at  least four other birds and then it is quieter with just the pigeons. The breeze picks up and the blinds rattle against the frames and the chimes are moving sounding like the temple bells in Nepal.  And all at once I am back there in the Windhorse hotel  laughing and joking with my holiday companions and I am back twenty years in time   It seems like yesterday and I can't believe how long it has been and how so many years have passed.  It was the great adventure of my life and it is easy to recall the memories  of that trip and the flight over the Himalayas.  I especially remember looking out the window and seeing these clouds and think what and incredible  cloud formation and the realising that I was looking at Mount Everest.  It nearly blew my mind away on so many levels. 

And now the sounds of the here and now intrude and force their way back into my reality .  The sounds of trucks in the distance on Peachester Road  and then another car down the  road and up Pine Camp Road.   It is so different to when we first bought our house her eight years ago.  The chimes are singing in the wind again and now I feel the  breeze on my face.   My eyes slide to the clock on the computer I have been writing for ten minutes  and don’t want to stop but I have to as this morning we have to be in Kiawana by 9.00 to meet the GP to find out the results of Bernie’s tests.  I haven’t looked at the screen as I am sure it is covered in red lines as I am just allowing the words flow and I am not the best typist in the world.  Bernie’s razor is humming in the background and so I will close until tomorrow.

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