Listening to this today... and just... dreaming. Looking up at the dark sky and the full moon bathing in a light mist, imagining the colour of more distant shores.
It was such a quiet day today... I spent most of it in a library I'd never been to before and which happened to be very close to where I live. One section of that library read: "Europe, Americas, Africa, Antarctica" so I had to go there, just because it said Antarctica.... and it reminded me of my younger self, when as a little kid I used to bury my head in books full of wondrous images of far reaches.
I grabbed a few books, went to sit at a lone table in the corner and delved into white landscapes... Then I looked up from my pile of books and started observing the people around me. There was a young man wearing a smart-looking suit sitting on a chair at the far end of the aisle, a book resting on his knees while he ate a sandwich. I wondered if he was on his lunch break from work, and I wondered what had made him decide to spend it inside the library. That's when I got up to place the books back on the shelves and as I walked past him he looked up and as our eyes met I quickly looked away at once. Yet at the same time I wondered what would happen if I walked up to him just to ask him if my wonderings were right: was he really spending his lunch break in a library, and if so what was his reason?... Just curiosity.
Of course I kept walking and placed the books back before looking around at the CD selection. By the time I walked past that aisle again, the young man had gone and in his place was a homeless old man drifting to sleep with his head nodding down. I imagined that I went up to him to sit on the carpetted floor by his side to ask him about his life. Of course I kept walking all the way to the DVD section this time, where I borrowed One Flew Over a Cuckoo's Nest, and which I watched as soon as I got home.
And now it's night again in the city...
One day after another, they pass,
Hand in hand, they glide
Through time, through times,
Joy, sorrow and pride.
One night after another, they pass,
Side by side, they fly
The coat of darkness falls,
Laugh, cry and sigh.
One day, one night must follow,
Shuffling the feet of time
To creep into the light,
And set the pattern free.
Hand in hand, they glide
Through time, through times,
Joy, sorrow and pride.
One night after another, they pass,
Side by side, they fly
The coat of darkness falls,
Laugh, cry and sigh.
One day, one night must follow,
Shuffling the feet of time
To creep into the light,
And set the pattern free.
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