Once upon a time
Saturday, 12 September 2009 | 11:27
Once upon a time, on a morning like this, I would have written that I had awoken to a breeze coming in from the window. The scent of last night’s rain still lingers on the air, its cooler temperature a signal that the seasons have begun that almost imperceptible shift from summer to fall.
I would have written that my love is asleep near me, his body tangled in the covers, his head burrowed under the pile of pillows. The rise and fall of his chest adjusts to the rhythm of the birds singing outside. After an evening of shopping, cooking, talking, and movie-watching, he is sleeping in. I, on the other hand, eternally unable to stay in bed for hours, am up after a mere few hours of sleep. I’m tired, but there’s still so much to do: listen to the wind in the trees; watch the songbirds pick at the greenery as it turns golden; steal crabapples from the neighbour’s tree across the back lane.
I would have written that we have the whole weekend ahead of us; so much time for laughing, walking, debating, loving. Breakfast in bed, camping out, discovering curiosities in the city, or just doing mundane everyday tasks that somehow became enjoyable when done together. Weekends here remain just that, a collection of things: quiet mornings, late nights, Subway before 11, layer upon layer of blankets and sleeping bags, Delicje, a walk in a park or down city streets, making bruschetta in the apartment kitchen, grocery shopping in small ethnic shops and oversized warehouses, Grand Prix, movies, music, “mushroom mushroom“, hot showers, the bed…
Once upon a time, I would have written all of those things. Now, today, on this perfect end-of-summer morning, with the smell of rain in the air and the remnants of sleep all around me, which words should I use?
Süß.
But to the untrained eye, “mushroom mushroom” might sound like a trip of a variety other than that on virtual pavement.
Danke.
Well, I can’t be responsible for others putting their own spin on my words… As for specifics, those who don’t understand, don’t need to; those who do, already know the true meaning of my words