Yay to me for picking the most boring day of all time to relay to you! Let’s play with a little purple prose, shall we?
This morning, the shrill tinted alarm pierced the melancholy of my lucid dreams to awaken me from a slumber most welcome. Ascertaining my existence in this cruel world, I was astonished to discover my appointment was in 5 minutes... But alas, I was 30 minutes away from the delicate throes of gentle conversation. (TLDR - Overslept. Late for meeting.)
Pulling on my clothes in a fashion most disordered, I tiptoe out of my room, dodging the furry meowing creatures that adorned my hallway. My female friend and flatmate was just flouncing out of the door, and I sighed... allowing myself a millisecond of precious time to breathe. Putting my iPad in my bag, I stroked my furry babies goodbye, and slid on a pair of comfortable trainers. I needed to make up time I’d lost. A hurried ‘ImsorrydonthatemeImcoming’ text sent, and I was on my way. (TLDR - Got dressed. Went out.)
Treading on the crispy autumn leaves decorating the grey concrete, I clamber up the unwelcome hills of our home block to get into the town centre. I know exactly where I’m headed, and I can see the ambling figure of my friend just ahead of me. I call her name to the wind. Emma. Emma.
She hears me, and my deities smile down. She waits, and we walk together in companionable silence. Reaching a fork in the road, she goes on her journey, a long and treacherous walk to meet her father And I, I trek the long and winding street to the pub we are to meet. (TLDR - She goes to her dad, I go to my meeting.)
I arrive, a time most unforgivable, and no response to the apologetic message I so thoughtfully sent to my friend. I know she has left, left me to die amongst the midday alcoholics and local windbags. I text again. Maybe she can find it in her heart to forgive my tardy sin.
I find a table, and I wait. I wait alone. I wait.
A text comes through and I know I am saved. I know that the world has found it in its heart to show me mercy. She too, is on her way. She too is late. And I know it is okay. (TLDR - I’m late, So’s she.)
They arrive. She, her partner and three people I’ve never met. My tiny heart fluttering at the strangers before me. Cassie - my tardy friend, saves my life with an offer of sweet caffeinated nectar. An offer I accept graciously and wholeheartedly. An offer of love.
We consume, and we bond over jobs, drinks, life experiences, cultural differences. We talk of engagements, past times and new chapters. We talk of American states, English tea and politics. We converse for 3 hours. (TLDR - We drank, we talked.)
Moments later, we are in the Geopark. A ecologically designed play park for educating young children through the fun of play. Us grown children were playing too, racing up the poles, climbing on the spider web, owning the desertion, filling it with our joyful whoops and adult tinted conversation. We move to the bright lights and buzzy sounds of the pier in search of those facilities that nature intends us to use. (TLDR - We played, we peed.)
The time came to leave those stranger friends, to return to our home life, to board the express train to mediocrity. The time came to embrace the new Facebook friendships, nurture the moments, and leave hunger in our hearts. The time came to climb the unrelenting hill to our furry boys and empty fridge. The time came to work. (TLDR - We went home.)
And you reach us now, sitting, staring at our respective screens. Wrapped in several layers of clothing to avoid heating costs, supping on substandard coffee, and feeling the love from our furry boys, the wind no longer calls Emma’s name, now it is the community of YouTube. And you, dear pixels, are calling mine.
