Dawning
You're fighting shoving elbows and stomping feet. You're shoving too, to make room for your just-arrived mug of chilled beer. You're waving to people to know, greeting the ones you know better, and thoroughly enjoying the music and your familiar surroundings. You're enjoying the feeling of being back there, as you're fighting time to make the most of it before other people come by to take you elsewhere.
You spot someone you loved once, as you're being rushed out, and the thought crosses your mind :
"I'm glad they're doing well. They look happy."
And you send up a silent prayer for them.
Later, amidst silent conversation with yourself, in a group of noisy friends, in a noisy pub, you smile inside for what you had, and what you know will never be lost. Despite your, and their, best efforts. And you're glad that the past is the past, and the future is promising, and that despite the rockiest sea, your little coracle is still steady. And you wonder at the fact that an instinctive reactive thought can make you realise this better than hours of deep contemplation.
And you proceed having a good, if not better, time for the rest of the night.
posted by La Eposa @ 1:04 AM
