deconstruct the dark night.

 It’s 3am and once again I lie awake. Nightmares shattered the realms of reality with death and flying axes… the ending of things. And yet, 3am is peaceful even though my thoughts try to dismantle that peace. My thoughts of the relentless heat of Dallas, the homeless cat that I care for which must suffer through this heat… and all the other animals and humans who, for various reasons, are exposed to these conditions. Most of us take for granted the ability to heat our cool our homes, some do not have such luxury. Soon, the sun will rise and deconstruct the dark night. 

                  I lift myself to take a short jog before the heat becomes unbearable. On the way, I drop a pair of flip flops at the pool so that I can go directly to swim upon my return. Last night I discovered I had left my favourite flip flops in the office, so I decided to take a walk and pick them up. A sweet colleague of mine was sitting at her desk at 6pm the night before a long weekend so I said she should go home… I seemed to release her from a trance and she said ‘oh, oh, yes, I should go home.’ It made me wonder if all was okay. As I left the building, I passed the cafeteria that is run by a wonderful Korean family, usually bustling with life, it was empty, of course, at this time, but its emptiness filled me with a sadness that made me ask myself ‘what is wrong with you?’

                  After a swim and a shower, I lay on the couch and read until I felt the need to see the light once more, so I hopped onto my bicycle and cycled to the Toyota Music Factory. Upon arrival, I realised something was happening beyond the fireworks and parties planned tonight. Sure enough, Willie Nelson and Sheryl Crow are playing there tonight. I find that exciting. 

                  Now I am drinking a beer at the ginger man in Water Street, Las Colinas. 

 



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