Crossroad Day

There is a decision to make, one that may change the course of everything
Worst thing is, I have no idea how to approach this subject at all
Deciding that perhaps, time spent in peace would be needed at this moment
Seeing the honeyed daylight outside, saturated with the buzz of midday
And the heat rising off the tar road, wishing nothing more than for water
I made a first step and decided to take a walk away from any pavements

Watch how sunlight filters through the green canopy blotching the sky
Step in the golden puddles pooling in the damp mulch under the trees
A walk through this enchanted space will help to clear the confusion within
Trace lines running through the bark with delicate fingertips, hoping
They'd tell me stories of how people lived and found happiness long ago
And hearing the wise silence, stood with its trunk against my back, leaning

The telegraph poles stand tall, battered and bruised from assaults by the wind
While the grass bow their head to the elements in respect for its soft strength
There is much wisedom shut inside these walls of soft wood and leaves
Concreted river beds cracked, and grasses peek through the openings there
Though there is little earth or water, they manage to blossom through spring
Some things were meant to be, others live to wear down the face of defeat

Sky, with its yellowing blue, never quite green and fading to purple remind me
While elegant gums sway their daunty heads in their patronizing of my behaviour
They tell me, this is no place to be, that it is time to return from where whence I came
But I want to linger awhile for a moment longer, surrounded by these calm statues
Watch the golden fires drown themselves in the horizon, agonizingly beautiful too
Then, even the crickets voiced their concerns over the length of my stay

Out on the street, out in the sunshine, wandering away from things left behind
Take a step, take a breath and wondering if there will be a next time
Short cut through the houses, long cut around the park, just one last moment here
Over the bridge and across the river running it's steady pace beneath me
Follow the traffic and walk against the crowd of birds flying high above
And maybe when I see all that is here again I'll feel more than just nostalgia
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Zac's birthday tomorrow, happy early birthday!

Oh and it's also fathers day =]

The park really was very pretty today... but there was no life changing decision to make

Oh, and I saw three of the Cutest puppies, they were all white and happy and bouncy and furry

My mum didnt like them though, but I did. The owner said that I could pick any one and take it home with me. I think he was joking, he was hoping I thought he wasn't.

To go or not to go? To subject myself to awkwardness or admit defeat to my fear

It really isn't as daunting as it sounds, and I bet many would laugh at the trivial nature of the decision at hand. No, no it is all creative licence for the sake of narrative.

It is quite dark now... the trees and bamboo outside my window makes a lovely pattern against the sky... it is not quite dark yet.

the textured roof tiles look rather lovely in this... lack of light also

There is much to think about today, is it good or bad... what will happen, Better, or should i be content

Nonetheless dear reader, none of these things would matter to you, nore would you understand.

An author's small delight.

Ah, the trees are gold lined, with the last of the day reflecting off its white smooth skin, quite new from the winder.

Clouds may be silver lined, but my trees are golden =]

And now that I've quite solidly established the fact I'm out of sanity,

I shall depart.

-Blood