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Friday, 20 July 2007

Reminiscing Repose

The theme of 'Taxi Driver' always transports me to another realm ..of something sublime, surreal..somewhere.
This is just one of the tracks playing on my 'subconsciously put together' playlist.

Its been raining.. drizzle to heavy, thunder to pitter -patter; its misty, green lush. All of this and the dim light inspire me, at the same time make me reminisce.. Of times forgotten, of smiles, of long drives, of walks in the rain, of inner peace, of times of gratitude, more songs from another time.. more reminiscing.

It takes me back in time , to puddles, to showing off our shiny wellington boots, usually yellow or red.
Funny how jumping the puddle then seemed like a challenge, an adventure..now it seems like a big 'icky' mess.

Of times, where I'd look forward to going to the terrace, wet my face, inhale the earth..I still want to, but its a fleeting thought.
Proactive inhibition? I'll call it that for now.

Strangely so, Lionel Ritchie's 'Stuck on You' plays.. and did, around this time, a couple of years ago. It still has the same effect. More reminiscing..

So here, infront of me this misty haze..with my sharpened eyebrows, my eyes blur with nostalgia, a tad wistful, a bit eager to know what follows.. a tandem of slides, sometimes whizzing by, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes spiraling upwards and fading into dust, at others, crumbling to the ground- I sit here and exist..

6th July, 2006

1 comment:

Unknown said...

When I was little I used to wonder why it rained. Some said the clouds were filled with water, others said that it was God giving us all a bath. I thought it rained because Angels were racing each other through those clouds, come to think of it I still do.