I am constantly wondering - how and why - weekends hop, hover and hurry. While, weekdays - lag, linger and loiter. Is it only me ? Or, does this thought puzzle, everyone ?
Saturday is, less than an hour away, from parting. The after effect from my fever, cough and flu is still pretty evident. I never sleep in the afternoon. But, did so, today. For more than an hour. I have stopped my medication but still feel weak and frail. What I need right now is a good getaway. A short vacation. A drive to the beach. A cup of great coffee over immense conversation. Something of that sort.
I am actually feeling a little under the weather. That tiny optimist in me, reassures that everything will be fine. We make our days. Correct ? If we want to make them bright and happy, it will be - so. And, that is EXACTLY, how I want mine. Bright and joyous.
I wish I could write my heart out. They say putting things on paper, eases the soul. I wish. The words are not flowing the way I actually want them, too. There were days, when I had words beautifully dancing on my mind. Usually, in the mornings, during my ferry rides. When, the sun shines majestically, as the breeze blows sweetly and the waves play happily. Right now, it's arid.
I miss the actual presence of my father. The love and care he showered upon me. God, I miss him. Still do, despite the years. It will never cease. I don't want it to. He taught me that genuine love paves a perfect life. I agree and stand by his opinion. Love heals, the deepest of scars.....
Of to bed, despite wanting to keep on writing. Something. A thought.... that, I am keeping wrapped for the time being. I have an early day tomorrow. I am looking forward to a sunny morning, an awesome Sunday. Fingers crossed.
This is a great number from none other than the great IR. The lyrics are soothing as is the music.
Have a blessed day !!!
Saturday is, less than an hour away, from parting. The after effect from my fever, cough and flu is still pretty evident. I never sleep in the afternoon. But, did so, today. For more than an hour. I have stopped my medication but still feel weak and frail. What I need right now is a good getaway. A short vacation. A drive to the beach. A cup of great coffee over immense conversation. Something of that sort.
I am actually feeling a little under the weather. That tiny optimist in me, reassures that everything will be fine. We make our days. Correct ? If we want to make them bright and happy, it will be - so. And, that is EXACTLY, how I want mine. Bright and joyous.
I wish I could write my heart out. They say putting things on paper, eases the soul. I wish. The words are not flowing the way I actually want them, too. There were days, when I had words beautifully dancing on my mind. Usually, in the mornings, during my ferry rides. When, the sun shines majestically, as the breeze blows sweetly and the waves play happily. Right now, it's arid.
I miss the actual presence of my father. The love and care he showered upon me. God, I miss him. Still do, despite the years. It will never cease. I don't want it to. He taught me that genuine love paves a perfect life. I agree and stand by his opinion. Love heals, the deepest of scars.....
Of to bed, despite wanting to keep on writing. Something. A thought.... that, I am keeping wrapped for the time being. I have an early day tomorrow. I am looking forward to a sunny morning, an awesome Sunday. Fingers crossed.
This is a great number from none other than the great IR. The lyrics are soothing as is the music.
Have a blessed day !!!
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