The charcoal grey sky provides the perfect backdrop for the vibrant colours on display. If you step outside, you might catch the faint smell of wood-smoke hanging in the air.
We hold on to our jackets tightly, with our hands planted deep inside our pockets. The atmosphere is filled with nostalgia, and evening comes more swiftly than expected.
“Even if something is left undone,
everyone must take time to sit still
and watch the leaves turn.”
On Friday, I gained the experience of having my wisdom teeth removed. Now that I am on the mend, I could almost try to romanticize it as a rite of passage, but most of you know the truth:
It is unpleasant and I’m hungry all the time.
In order to aid the healing process, I’ve been focusing my limited energy on staying well. Every day it’s been early to bed, early to rise. Breakfast is consumed every morning (a meager one, but it’s better than nothing) Medications have been swallowed with more regularity than vitamins. I haven’t had a hot cup of coffee in six days (but that’s going to change, let’s be realistic).
A little over two weeks ago, I was sitting across the table from one of my dearest friends. It had been ages since I’d seen him last. For half an hour, we talked about anything and everything. Catching up on details. After a while it struck me, something rare had happened.
Never once did my friend’s attention stray from our conversation. There were no interruptions. He made his usual jokes, and then sat and listened patiently to really hear how I was doing.
It’s hard to describe the immense comfort of realizing, in that moment, there was no one else he would rather be talking to. Nothing in the world can make you feel so important.
Isn’t this how every conversation between friends should be?
I’m so glad you’ve found your way here! If you lived in my neighborhood, I would invite you to come ‘round for a chat, while I put the kettle on to boil for a cup of tea. Then you could make yourself at home, and we could sit and share life together.
Feel free to look around as long as you like. There are still a few dusty corners needing to be furnished, but no matter. You are always welcome, and everyone’s a little unprepared at the start. There won’t really be a particular theme; just a dose of my curiosity about the world, with my thoughts being put down on paper. But please, don’t let me do all the talking. I’d like to think that I am a good listener, and I would be keenly interested in hearing your thoughts.
You may write to me if you wish, leave a comment, or simply connect with me elsewhere.
Wherever you are, I hope that you are feeling warm and comforted at this moment.
God bless you and keep you,
The Curious Poet