21 Jun 2010

This morning.

This morning was not a good morning.
Sometimes you can go to sleep practicing some kind of yogic ‘glass if half full’ positive energy exercise and still awaken with tears in your eyes.
The hard truth of it is – there is no glass.
The water, or whatever your particular poison happens to be, is held in your mouth.
And there are only 2 options if you feel the need to speak up – spit or swallow.
I came into work where actual half empty glasses of red wine sit along the top of white radiators.
A remnant of something inconsequential, yet of great importance to someone, somewhere.
Today is the longest day of the year.
I had no knowledge of that fact when I opened my eyes at 6am.
The clouds were grey and heavy, the flat being a basement – cold as usual.
So hard to tell what the day will hold after walking out of the front door.
Now the sky is blue.
The radio plays the same 10 songs I listened to last week.
But that’s alright.
Today is going to be the longest day of the year.
All things going to plan.