Hideaway
Sometimes when it’s too sunny that the rays penetrate my skin and the heat burns my soul, when it’s too cold that the world outside is hauntingly heartless, I run away. The day is gentle and the rising noise of life heralds the start of a new memory.
To a world of my making where there are plenty of hardcovers, wooden floors that click with every step, a sun that never stops shining and a home that never stops welcoming.
There is life in the air and a sort of damp atmosphere soaked with smiles and dripping down on all outside, the moisture warm against their skin.
Every point is the centre of a circle, a corner of a square, the beginning of infinity and we are here and there, everywhere and nowhere. A mathematical impossibility but a reality we live every day.
A world that shelters so many runaways, a safe haven that houses plenty of lost wanderers. I can see so many paths leading to hideaways as unique as the explorers. There’s a streetlamp that’s barely glowing, a faint wisp of light battling to be seen through the fog that clouds my vision and envelopes me in its cold grasp.
It’s immaculate a moment to realise how the race never ceases. Each second is a trip down memory lane as your hideaway shows you objects that induces memories you never knew you had — a binocular, a lone shoe and a pencil too short to use.
Fireworks light up the sky as I head back home and I’m reminded of how we can literally create light no matter how short-lived it is, how hope is an entity that never dies and just how much of a wonderful, marvellous beautiful idea it is to live and soak in the moment.
The present is my hideaway with all the glories of uncertainty.
Thoughtfully yours,
D
Originally published on https://myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com/2021/09/03/hideaway/
