When every day is the same,
the roads, familiar, always seem to have the same number of cars; variations of which are only dependent upon the time of day. Perhaps even the people in the cars are the same as before, but we never stop to find out who we are. The sky, like a rolled-down backdrop for the scene, changes, but gets broken down into concrete categories: “sunny,” “cloudy.” But, does anyone really notice that some days the sky is a tremulous blue grey, and some days it is dazzling with large white clouds, and some days it is dark as coal, and other days it’s almost white? The drive is the same. All the bumps and grooves are more or less familiar, but only to that deep, sleepy part of my mind, which seems to drive by feel, rather than sight, when I’m still sleepy with a coffee in my hand. The same people surround me, more or less, but sometimes they wear different clothes. A blur of children run, laugh, jump, arrange toys and cut paper. Back into the car: music on the radio, automatic pilot guides us home. The lunches are like other lunches. The sandwiches are the same. Chocolate syrup is stirred into cold milk. The day will move along. Push, pull, wait, go, eat, drink, think, sleep.
And then today, on a Tuesday, a sudden fluttering noise in the car, as we’re adjusting belts, and I say; “what is that?” when it can only be one thing: a bird. A bird has flown into the car, and for one mili-moment it is caught, and in panic, just as I am in panic. Then it pauses on the door frame and we can see one another. I can only imagine how scared it must be.
Gently, I say; “go on…” And then it is gone.
you are such a wonderful writer,i look foreward to reading your work everyday!:)
ReplyDeletewell thanks very much, Paula :)
ReplyDeleteLovely. Maybe try driving that car to Italy, but a lemon tree :)
ReplyDeleteI liked this blog....a LOT. But even more I like my hair and eyebrows. ;)
ReplyDeleteyour sister must have awsome hair and eyebrows!
ReplyDeleteJust wondering...isn't it Dreams by the Cranberries that builds up with momentum?
ReplyDeleteAnyhow, I LOVE THAT SONG. It is in my top five, but I have lots in my top five.....
Thank you for stopping by, Irish, or Mr. Gumbo if you prefer. I'd have to smuggle one of those lemons back though--stringent laws of produce importation be damned!
ReplyDeletePaula, she likes her hair and eyebrows because I crafted them for her. Yes, I am awesome. Well, but she hasn't tried to style her haircut yet, so I should just cool it.
ReplyDeleteBerries, I feel more of a build in Linger for some reason--it starts so slowly and music just kind of picks up momentum like a train, but yes, Dreams does that as well, and is also a great song.
ReplyDeleteTotally UNRELATED....Aimee..Your eye brows???
ReplyDeletehehe. Yeah, Steph... I decided that just because they are virtually invisible doesn't mean they should be bushy... so Karen plucked and plucked and PLLLLUCKED! And now they are how they should be. :)
ReplyDeleteYAY! Congratulations!!! VERY exciting!! Cant wait to see them:)
ReplyDeleteArent sisters wonderful??
hooray for eyebrow-plucking sisters!
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you've reduced this blog entry down to shaped eyebrows. See, this is why you don't have more male followers...
ReplyDeleteKaren, keep writing. I pray also you keep getting animal interventions in your life. Keeps you fresh. lol
yes Matt, there is a sort of sad irony that we're talking about anything BUT the magical moment of the bird. Sigh. Oh well, the comments section feels like one big fun party all the time, and that's the best part.
ReplyDeleteI'd love more animal interventions! That would be great. No bugs though...