Early in the misty, misty morning heading for another freeway jam, waking up and shivering, waking up and wishing it was Sunday, I wish it was Sunday. (Albert Hammond)
When i woke up this morning, this song was going around, and around in my head, you see it was of my favourite type of mornings it was misty, the world was incased in a grey swirl of mist, the trees looked as though they were part of some alien landscape , the roofs of the neighbours houses hidden in the swirling clouds of this strange grey morning, and even the birds were not singing at full vocals this morning, it is almost as though they were waiting ......... waiting for what is to happen...........waiting for the day to begin ............. waiting in anticipation of what the day will bring ......................
I love this almost silence, just enough noise so you don't feel alone, but quiet enough that you can
think, quiet enough that you can almost hear your own heart beating,quiet enough that you can almost hear the thoughts forming in your brain, quiet enough to reflect on who you are and where you are going, and where you have been, quiet and alone enough to reflect on what is to come.
For some reason it makes me think of family and friends long gone, it reminds me of my Gran, it is one of the sad things about moving to other countries you no longer have time to spend with your relatives, and all the memories I have of her, are as a little girl, since coming to South Africa I only saw my Gran two times in 40 years, not counting the 18 months I lived in England when I left school, and I would never do that to my own children, because having a family cousins, aunts, and uncles is so important, I was her "Blossom" funny how you remember these things i haven't though about that in years..............
It makes me think of my Mom and how happy she used to be, always the life of the party, what changed at what time did she become the bitter old lady who she was when she died, I have long forgiven her, she's my Mom and I love her for that, but I don't want to make the same mistakes...............
It makes me think of my Dad always trying to give us a good life, and never quite getting it right, when I think of my Dad, always happy, always laughing, always broke, and i don't want to make the same mistakes.........
It makes me this of my "bestest" friend and the connection, a bond so tight that over 37 years no one has been able to break............
It makes me think of my "bestest" sister and joys, sorrows, laughter, anger and tears we have shared
together over the years...............
It makes me think of all the people who have been in my life over the years, all the people who have had a "hand" in who I am today, in what i believe, in what I have become, and to those people who are still going to come into my life to help me with, what i still need to achieve..........
THANK YOU ....................... I REALLY COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU........
I think I can understand why people get depressed in the countries where they wake up everyday to mist, because it does, somehow, make you look inside, and reflect, and take stock of your life, but for me the reflection is one of thanks, because I am blessed by all the things good and bad that happened in my life, I am blessed by every experience happy or sad, I am blessed by every friendship either long or short, I am blessed by every person I have ever loved, lasting or not, because all of this, made me who I am ....................... and I like who I am .....................
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